Fall (1997) Movie Script

As we spin around the mattress
As the guilty war start time again
I was a funny little man.
I needed the fans' help
just to make it out of bed every morning.
I hesitate
But luckily,
I was blessed with the
best fans in the league.
Your scent is too familiar
For the rest of the day,
I needed God's hel,
but luckily,
I was blessed with the
best God in the league, too.
When you wash me away
And away we go again
I don't want to go to Rome today.
Why don't you stay?
'Cause I hate New York.
Well, we live here.
We live in Rome, too.
I am
Faithless
I am
Shameless
I am
Faithless
Will you ever want to make love
with me again, Sarah?
I love you so much.
But will you ever want
to make love with me again?
There is nothing scarier in the world
than knowing exactly where you want to go
but having absolutely
no idea how to get there.
Except maybe knowing where you want to go,
knowing how to get there,
and then having no idea of
who you are when you arrive.
Scasse. Bring me the usual, okay?
Scasse, you know what the usual is.
I get it every day for ten years, okay?
Yeah, oatmeal.
No! No milk.
Scasse, for ten years
I've ordered my oatmeal.
Do I ever once get milk with it?
No? Right, so why would I
want to start getting milk today?
Scasse, I haven't moved, okay?
You can't remember where I live?
Scasse!
- Scasse!
- Hey, Michael.
You found the place. Incredible.
Here you go. Want the paper?
No, why would I want the
paper I make you bring me
every day for ten years?
What's this, free today?
- Mm-mm.
- One dollar?
I'll give you a buck.
- Ah, okay.
- No, come on.
Scasse, Scasse.
That's for you.
Zsarko, please don't let him in again.
I don't want to see him
around here anymore, okay?
Get outta here.
Scasse!
Scasse!
So many universes, so many planets,
so many countries, so many cities,
so many cabs, so many cab drivers,
so many streets, so many people,
so many years, so many
months, so many hours,
so many moments.
Be careful what you pray for.
God, that was always a tough one for me.
And for me, Michael Shiver.
Sarah! Look this way, Sarah!
Um, 78th and Fifth, please.
You got it.
You're Sarah Easton, supermodel.
I see you everywhere.
You're Michael Shiver, cab driver.
I see you nowhere.
What if I told you I was the kind of guy
that if you were off runwaying in Spain
or whatever it is the hell you people do,
and you told me you missed
me, I'd have a thousand red roses
waiting for you in your hotel room.
Only a thousand?
Oh, sure.
You're just so jaded, right?
Nothing would surprise you.
That's right.
What if I told you I was the kind of guy
who would fly across the
universe just to see you smile.
Just smile.
And then I'd turn and go home?
I'd say you were a man who was looking
to get his heart broken.
I never fall in love.
This time you would.
Come on, Sarah. You're not so hard.
Oh, I'm not?
No, you're not.
Well, we'll never know, will we?
2.50, please.
Yo.
I don't want your 20 bucks.
I want to take you to dinner tonight.
Goodbye, Michael Shiver.
Now, when do you
become like a real priest?
Like, get to perform marriages and stuff?
Well, after my senior thesis,
which is Sunday, and
I hope you'll be there.
I'm in that thing, aren't I?
No, you said you didn't feel comfortable
biting off the head of a baby Jesus doll
wearing a G-string covered in baby oil.
Oh, that's right.
I still don't understand
how they're gonna let you do
this weird performance thing
as your senior thesis to
become a priest in a chapel.
For many reasons.
It's an Episcopalian ordination,
my seminary's very
progressive, and the bishop-
No shit!
Where you going?
I think I'm gonna walk.
Alyssa will drop you.
I'm fine. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, bye.
You're here.
You're stalking me.
I like that you're here.
I like that you're stalking me.
I was just having a harmless
cup of tea with some friends.
If there's any stalking going on,
I think it must be coming from your area.
You just gonna be rude to my friends?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm married.
Excellent.
I love my husband.
As do I.
Is he available?
Should we call and invite
him to dinner with us?
See, those '40s guys,
they were smooth, man.
That whole "invite the husband
of the girl you like" thing?
Genius.
I mean, total and utter disregard
of the idea of a little thing
like a girl being involved
with someone else, could possibly impact
their chances of living
happily ever after with them.
I love that.
He's in Rome.
That's even better. I'll fly him here.
Fuck it, I'll fly him on the Concorde.
I'll put him up in a
suite in the Four Seasons.
I will support both of
you in the most luxurious,
romantic lifestyle imaginable,
as I just sit on the
sidelines like Cary Grant,
wearing a suit, you know,
with an ascot, on some lawn,
just smoking cigarettes
confidently, waiting.
Waiting for you to love me.
Or better yet...
Or better yet what?
I'll tell you later.
There isn't gonna be a later.
Oh, there is definitely gonna be a later.
You're good.
But you're not that good, Michael Shiver.
Then why'd you come?
I came by accident.
The only accident is
you leaving right now.
But don't worry, 'cause it's
never gonna happen again.
Head uptown, please.
There wasn't a harder time in my life.
I felt destined to leave
the man I knew I loved.
The man I knew I wanted
to have a family with.
But with equal certainty, I
knew I would never leave him.
Kind of like the way I felt about game six
of the '86 World Series.
There's no way in hell the
Mets could win that game.
But they did.
And I knew they would.
There are those times when you know
without a doubt that there is God.
The chills.
You just get those chills.
Hey.
What?
That was great, Amy. I think we got it.
What is up with you?
What?
Where did you meet her? In your cab?
Absolutely.
Crazy, I love it.
And she just appeared outside last night?
- Yeah.
- Just be careful, Michael.
What? She's married.
She'll rip you apart. You'll
never know what hit you.
That's not fair, Sally.
You don't know her.
Come on, Robin.
She's the most beautiful
woman in the world.
- See you guys.
- Bye-bye, guys.
- That sounded great.
- Thanks a lot.
- Yeah, Amy.
- Thanks.
She's a millionaire.
She's the fantasy of every man alive.
She's got this rich,
royal-family, jet-setting husband.
What is she doing fucking
around with Michael?
I mean, he's gonna fall
in love and get destroyed.
Maybe she wants a real person around her.
Yeah. Michael, her Bohemian
cab driver "real friend"?
Yeah.
I don't know.
Look, look, I don't even have her number.
Contrary to what you people might think,
it's not that interesting to me.
I like her. She's weird, you know?
I enjoy her. If it was
easy, I'd see her again.
But it's not like I'm gonna
stake out her house or anything.
I'll probably never see that girl again.
Mm-hm.
You'll probably never see her again?
Exactly.
Why do I have a hard
time believing that, Michael?
There is nothing that
Competes with habit
And I know
It's neither deep nor tragic
Simply that you
Have to have it
So you can make a killing
This an accident as well?
It's so strange and perfect.
The men kissing them
through the bars from the street.
They'd fuck, if they could.
I know, but they can't,
so they just kiss for hours.
Kinda like high school.
I loved that.
Get in.
The front.
Till it was time to pony
Up what you bid
So you can make a killing
So what was so important
you wanted to show me?
- Want some tea?
- Fuck.
Oh, you wanted to show me that tea?
I have cold water and Coke.
You wanted to show me
your cold water and Coke?
Hm?
You're about to be in
serious trouble, Sarah.
You wanted to show
me your serious trouble?
I'm not gonna fuck you.
Good. I don't wanna fuck you.
I just wanna make you come.
Never.
I don't come.
The rule is, the harder
you try not to come,
the harder I make you come.
Fuck you.
You felt how I put it
down your pussy just now?
Now I'll bet it's got you wet.
No.
I'm gonna leave my
mouth there, blow really hard.
Then you're gonna feel my
mouth. You're gonna feel my lips.
Then you're gonna
wanna come from just that.
But I'm not gonna let you
'cause you wouldn't let me today.
Then, right when you're about to come...
I'll stop.
Don't stop!
Come on!
Fuck!
"Why, if words at times I know.
Why, if notions whose
faces at times sleep with me.
Why, when all is all and nothing is alone
can I only say again and again,
your smile slays me?
I can't ever wait to see you again."
You told Sarah Easton that you wanted her
to fuck you in the ass
like she was the boy,
and it made her come,
while you were making out in the kitchen?
Absolutely.
I love you so much. You're a madman.
Now, who's Sarah Easton again?
Sally, come on.
No, no, no, no, wait.
I know that there was this
Sarah Easton supermodel
who you were never gonna see again
and who you were friends with anyway,
but this can't be the same girl, right?
- Sally.
- No, Robin, come on.
You encourage him. I would
think that you'd be appalled.
Why?
"Why?" I don't know.
I mean, he's gotta be bludgeoning
some kind of feminist ethic or something.
Nope.
A spiritual ethic?
Mm-mm.
A social ethic.
No.
Definitely a gay ethic.
Sally, he sex-talk fucked
a supermodel into coming,
without touching her, in his kitchen.
If anything, the guy's
up for some sort of award.
Are you gonna eat with us,
or are you gonna check
your messages all day long?
'Cause I have to go if-
Shh, shh!
What if I told you I was the kind of girl
that if you called me and
told me you missed me,
I would have a thousand pine-scented
Christmas tree air fresheners
hanging in your cab?
I'm gonna kill him.
- Did she call?
- Yeah.
- You're meeting her now?
- Yeah.
Okay, I can't be friends with you
if you're just gonna be
crazy and kill yourself.
I love you. I'll talk to you soon.
I'm just a pretty boy, I'm
not supposed to fuck a girl
I'm just a pretty boy, living
in this fucked up world
I'm just a pretty boy, I'm
not supposed to fuck a girl
I'm just a pretty boy, living
in this fucked up world
All my life, who am I
Yo.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Did you like my message?
I loved your message.
You like the Fax Fairy?
I loved the Fax Fairy.
You wanna go get some tea?
Let's go.
I meant a proper cup of tea, not...
Michael, please. You
do not want me like this.
I'm telling you.
You do not know what you're
getting yourself into here.
Michael.
Shut the fuck up.
Don't go anywhere.
Please untie my hands.
Come on, I wanna do something with you.
Oh, you like that,
don't you, you little shit?
You like how I strangle you like that, huh?
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, fuck me.
Did you come?
No.
Tough luck.
Yeah. You were faking, right?
Of course.
I'm sorry.
Everybody knows the
first time's always the worst.
I know, with our lack of
chemistry and everything.
Exactly.
That was so...
Shh.
I don't do this.
Neither do I.
I'm serious. I have
never done this before.
Neither have I.
You know I'm never gonna
leave my husband for you, right?
You know that, Michael.
Well, there are many scenarios here
we need to evaluate, Sarah.
That may be, but none of them
will involve me leaving my husband.
All right.
Plan A
would be that you leave
your husband right now
and we have a fabulous,
wonderful relationship.
Yeah.
Plan B would be that you don't leave him,
and you and I have a stunning affair.
- Okay, well, what about-
- Wait!
Let me just say what I think the plans are,
and then you can say what
you think your plans are.
Okay, I'm sorry. Go right ahead.
Plan C is that although
you thought this was
outrageously excellent,
and you are seriously into me,
you don't want it to happen
again, but we remain friends.
Actually, actually, C has
a couple of subgroups.
All right, C-A is that you
thought it was outstanding,
but you don't want it to
happen again, but we stay friends.
C-B is the same as C-A, except
that we can't remain friends
because there's just too much of a...
Chemistry.
A bon vivants.
C-C
is that...
C-C would be...
That...
I don't want it to happen
again, for whatever reason.
Could happen.
Could happen.
C-D would be that
you say you don't want it
to happen again, but it does anyway.
And plan D is that it doesn't
really matter what we decide,
because God has the bigger plan,
and whatever's gonna happen
is gonna happen anyway,
so it doesn't really matter.
What plan do you want?
Okay, A was I leave my husband-
Wait, wait, wait, wait! I
thought of another one.
Plan E would be that we
have this incredible affair
for, like, a set amount of time.
When is your husband getting back?
In about two months.
But, I mean, I'll probably
see him before then, in Paris.
Whatever, whatever. Two months.
We have a smashing affair for two months,
we know it has to end then,
we never see each other again.
Which one do you want?
Okay.
Well, I want the C,
the one where we get
to stay friends as well.
C?
Yeah, the one that,
although I am fantastically,
incredibly attracted to you,
we just can't do it again,
but we get to stay friends as well.
Really?
Yeah.
I hate plan C.
- C-A, I think it was.
- I hate plan C-A.
Which one do you want?
The one where we get
to keep fucking, of course.
Oh. That was just fucking to you.
No, okay. Making love, whatever.
But I would say that
was pretty much fucking.
Well, it had elements of fucking,
but it couldn't have
been such heroic fucking
if we hadn't felt the
making love underneath.
Which one do you want?
Any of the ones where
we get to either make love
with fucking underneath, fuck
with making love underneath,
make love, or just
plain fuck, so either A, B,
the C that cancels out your crazy C
and makes us do it again,
E, or the God's will one,
as long as God makes it
turn out the way I want.
Look, Michael, I really love my husband.
You know, I just, I
can't let an attraction,
it doesn't matter how hot
it is, fuck up my marriage.
I'm not a child anymore.
- So what is this, then?
- Pick a plan.
- What is this?
- This is life.
Pick a plan.
I want to keep seeing you, Sarah.
Okay, without fucking
or any of your crazy,
weird, mutated fucking subgroups.
All right.
The plan will be that I just
investigate this little area.
Michael, come on!
- Okay, okay, okay.
- I'm serious.
Just let me do this one more time.
No.
- Come on!
- Michael!
- One more time?
- No!
Come here.
- Listen to me.
- One more time.
No!
No.
- Look, we're gonna be-
- One more time.
No!
Come on, we're gonna be fantastic friends
who loved fucking each other.
- Love it one more time.
- No!
We'll be fantastic friends,
who did love fucking each other,
but we cannot let this happen again, okay?
I adore you.
I like you a lot.
You'll see. It'll be fun.
You hungry?
I am starving.
Well, come on.
Okay.
"Candle light.
Steel blue-gray clouds over small lights.
Sweet balance and snowflakes
on the steps waiting, like me,
for you to fall."
Come on!
"If only you were able to move, to go,
to fly, to fall.
I know how deep your
smile, how hard your love,
how far your longing,
how wild your pleasure.
If you were able to fall.
To see you there, then,
would tickle me crazy.
To see you then in
the embrace of that fall.
But I already know that view.
You have that smile."
This is the best burger I have ever had.
"Your eyes for another bring that.
That love, that joy.
That fall.
Therefore I hum, I sigh,
I giggle, I kiss,
I smile, I know, I bow, I go.
Having had the joy,
having had the very
joy I ever desired for you,
only for you,
and your fall
for him."
- Do you believe in God?
- Yes.
- Do you?
- I'm trying.
Where did you learn to write, Michael?
Will you come on? We're late!
That was really beautiful,
what you wrote me last night.
That Fax Fairy seems to have
a little crush on you, I think.
It was really beautiful.
Will you come on?
- Wait!
- What?
Okay, we can go now.
Friends say
What a lucky guy
They don't know
Glad you guys made it.
Sally, this is Sarah. Sarah, Sally.
Hi, Sarah. Sally, nice to meet you.
Are you in this?
No, my girl Robin is the
priest. I'm from the Bronx.
Religion has come in hard ways.
Unforgiving, unforgiven,
we must resurrect, or we will die.
It is a question of the authority of God!
Chicken heart.
- What you are willing-
- Sheep heart.
- To endure-
- Pig heart.
For your God!
Have you ever
tasted a human
heart?
Oh, have a heart.
I'm scared.
So...
What'd you think?
I liked it.
It was like, um...
Chippendales meets The Exorcist.
Excellent.
You are so wacked.
I loved it. I thought it was phenomenal.
I mean, I'm way too stupid
to understand any of it.
I mean that in the most
politically correct way.
That's not true, Michael.
What did you think, Sarah?
I was blown away, I
really was. I was very moved.
Really?
Yeah.
I mean, I thought it was,
you know, satirically searing
without being dogmatic,
and it was personal without being preachy.
I actually identified with it,
you know, just as a woman,
trying to struggle with
life and love and God.
I think more people than
just that should see it.
I really do.
I like her. She coming to dinner with us?
Yeah, if she stops spouting out
all that crazy smart talk she has.
I mean, if not, I think
you two should just go
to some fucking Nietzsche seminar
and Sally and I will rent Basket
Case and go to McDonald's.
Well, no, if you're
gonna rent Basket Case,
I think we would have to come.
Exactly.
I really like her.
And I say she's great.
What have I been
trying to tell you people?
She's nice.
You know, she's funny,
and she's not uppity at all.
She likes La Tacita and
Basket Case, come on.
And she's really
intelligent. How old is she?
My age, little younger. 28.
Really? Excellent.
- She looks younger.
- No, she's an adult.
Man, that's great.
She really likes you, Michael.
You think?
- Mm.
- Yeah.
You can tell by the way she looks at you.
Yeah, definitely.
Definitely.
- We had sex last night.
- Really?
Don't say anything. We're
not supposed to do it again.
We're just supposed to be friends.
- No way! Why?
- Shh, here she comes.
And she has a penis.
So it makes it really
hard to talk about her
when she goes to the
bathroom, because she pees
quite quickly, like a boy.
He has this fascination with my dick.
They thought you were funny,
they thought you were interesting.
So they think I'm dumb?
Oh, yeah, they think you're dumb.
Of course they think you're dumb.
No, they loved you. You were great.
Hey, I was in the top 2%,
studying to be a veterinarian,
when I started modeling.
Really?
Yeah.
You wanted to be a veterinarian?
Yeah.
Wow. That's wild.
You were in the top 2%?
- Mm-hm.
- God!
Top 2% of all models. That's incredible.
The top 2% of England, actually.
I know.
You're very smart, Sarah.
You're much smarter
than I am, that's for sure.
Yeah, I was wondering
what was up with you
and your crazy cab thing.
What do you mean?
Not that there's anything
wrong with driving a cab.
Just...
I don't know, man. I'm
totally grateful for that cab.
I've learned incredible
things in that cab in ten years.
What about your writing?
- What writing?
- Your beautiful writing.
That's the Fax Fairy. The
Fax Fairy writes to you.
You want to come up for tea?
Sure.
Okay.
I've always loved
apartments where the elevator
opens right into it.
Kind of like a fort.
Yeah, and your mouth could be the moat.
The fuck is that supposed to mean?
I don't know. I'm delirious.
What's the time? It's like
nearly two or something?
Maybe it's too late for tea.
No, it's perfect.
So...
Excuse me one second.
Hello?
Hi, pumpkin.
Hello.
How are you?
Yeah?
I miss you, too.
Just got in. I wanted to make some tea.
Yeah.
Oh but what if love is all I find
The angel and the soul
So sweet but so unkind
I think I'll fall apart
if I see you again
I think I'll fall apart if I see
Just making my tea before I go to bed.
You again
How are they?
Have you sent them my love?
No, you can't believe that stuff.
All right. Okay, you go to the gym.
And I'll talk to you when
I wake up in the morning.
Okay?
I love you, too.
Yeah, I miss you.
Okay.
Goodnight, sweetheart. Bye.
He's going to the gym now?
Yeah.
What's it, like, seven in
the morning over there?
Something like that.
Hm.
Usually about the time
of the night that I wander
into the kitchen for
the last time to polish off
the end of the crumb-top donuts.
You don't look so bad.
I'm gonna go.
But we haven't had our tea.
I know that. I just
suddenly got kinda tired.
Don't go.
What about plan C-C?
C-A.
What about plan...
If you do that again, I'm gonna
have to fuck you kinda hard.
What?
If I do what again?
That?
You remember that thing you
said you wanted me to do to you?
Bullshit.
That's what I thought.
You're all talk and no action.
What do you think you're doing?
Stay calm and don't struggle.
Don't go anywhere, okay?
Sarah, you'd better untie your little rope.
Your game's getting kinda boring.
Take your pants off.
I don't think you're in much of a position
to be telling me what to do.
Take your pants off.
You know what I have for you?
Bullshit.
You know where it is?
- Is it in your mouth?
- Mm.
- You're sucking it now?
- Mm-hm.
- You're getting it hard?
- Yeah.
Guess where it is now.
Bullshit.
You want it in your mouth
after I put it in my pussy?
- Yeah.
- Huh? Do you?
Yes.
I don't think so.
Oh, you like having the
cock, don't you, Sarah?
You like being in control, don't you?
This is what you've
wanted all along, isn't it?
You're fucking yourself
while you fuck me, aren't you?
Oh, you like being the boy, don't you?
Yeah, rub it up.
Go rub it on your pussy.
Go rub it on your pussy.
Rub it on that while you fuck yourself.
Fuck your pussy.
You're gonna come so
fucking hard, aren't you?
Yeah, fuck me down there.
That was, uh...
You little shit.
I want.
"I long for you in my arms.
When you're there, I know
a magic that stars and sands
and smiles and secrets whisper.
I know a moment that rains and dawns
and moons and loves devour.
I know a calm, a chaos, a close,
a capture that my heart dies for.
I know you,
there, then,
in my arms,
in the shadow of my yearning for you.
There.
Then.
In my arms forever."
Hello?
I miss you here.
Oh, baby.
I so wanted to wake up
with you this morning.
I wanted to see your sweet smile.
I just felt kinda weird.
I understand.
And not 'cause of you, or...
It's okay. I understand.
I just wanted to tell you that I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Will you call me later?
Absolutely.
Hm.
Okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
So, come on!
What happened with you
and Sarah after you left?
Michael's sort of friends
with Sarah Easton now.
Oh? Where did you meet her?
- Not in your cab?
- I know, right?
So what happened?
Nothing, nothing. I just walked her home.
Did you have sex last night?
You did, didn't you?
I don't know that
I'm at liberty to discuss
what happened last night, Sally.
Oh, come on, Robin's given
her mom the blow-by-blow
on every one of your
girlfriends since we've known you.
This has nothing to do with Joan.
Even if Joan was not here,
I just don't know that I would
be able to really discuss it.
Oh, he likes her.
This is more than
kiss-and-tell, isn't it, Michael?
Stop.
I can't believe because
you really like her,
you won't tell us about your sex.
That's so unfair.
I'm not saying we had sex last night.
You know, I mean, she
might've done that thing
that I asked her to do against
my refrigerator that day.
No! That whole thing that-
- Sally.
- What thing?
That thing.
What whole thing?
No, Mom, Michael's right.
He's really not at liberty
to discuss this right now.
Come on, Michael. Let's
go to the bathroom and talk-
No, no! Stop, no!
The real James Toney would
come into fights overweight
and had to lose, have dramatic
weight losses in the past,
and, uh, had fought, and
sometimes he looked good,
and sometimes he looked better than others,
sometimes he didn't look so
good, but that's James Toney.
The real James Toney,
the in-shape James Toney,
should've showed up to that fight.
I have never been this
hungry in my entire life.
I know, it's ridiculous.
Where are the people?
I don't think I can
talk anymore until I eat.
Isn't there someone we can call?
I mean, who can we call?
We have like 16 foods coming over.
Okay, we have chicken wings
and meatloaf from Harriet's.
Yeah, Chinese food from Dynasty.
And that weird Indian stuff.
- Here, take some money.
- No, I got it.
Just get the dishes.
What is it, the Chinese?
All the food! Hello!
- Yes.
- Where have you people been?
What, you take your chicks
to Atlantic City or something?
Come on!
We're starving to death over here.
20, what've you got, 32?
- 20, keep it.
- Okay, that's good.
You're lucky I give you
any tips, you crazy people,
for taking so long.
All right.
Oh, my God. Oh, how excellent is this?
Michael, why will you
never take any money?
Because I'm taking you on a date.
Okay, well how about if I
want to take you on a date?
Well, you call me up, you ask me out.
If I say yes, we go on a date.
- And I get to pay?
- No, I still pay.
- Why?
- 'Cause I'm the boy.
Look, I really appreciate
how generous you are,
but you know, I have money.
Yeah? So do I.
I know you do, but, you know.
What?
Think you make more than
me, miss fancy supermodel?
I get very good tips in that cab.
- Oh!
- Oh, awesome.
All right, how much money you make?
- A day?
- Yeah.
250,000.
250,000.
10 times 20.
1,500.
All right, so you make
a little bit more than me.
But you don't know about my secret,
various hidden accounts and monies
that I have stored around.
I bet.
'Cause Whittaker on his best night
was better than Leonard,
on Whittaker's best night.
I've never been more
full in my entire life.
I know. It's ridiculous.
Isn't there someone we can call?
I don't think we should talk anymore,
until we shit or vomit.
Yeah, or at least burp or fart.
- How gross are we?
- I know.
Oh, do you have the receipts?
Why?
Well, I think we should have them,
so we can refute the "Sarah
Easton is an anorexic" story
that will inevitably surface
at some point in your career.
Shut up.
You.
What?
You are so beautiful.
Sarah.
Yeah?
Will you make love with me?
It's not like you to ask.
No.
I mean...
Do I want you to make
sweet, soft, gentle love to me?
Yeah?
You afraid I might not like it?
Aww.
I love the way you touch me.
I love every way you touch me.
I know this is probably pushing it,
but, anywhere in this sweet, tender,
lovemaking thing that we're gonna do,
could a soft bed be involved?
Give us a call. Number's 475-1550.
Line three, Max Kellerman.
You're on the air, hello.
Hello, this is Chris.
How ya doin', Chris?
Does that feel good?
Incredible.
Can you still feel me?
Are you kidding?
It's incredible.
Did you come as hard as you usually do?
What do you think?
Maybe.
Did you come?
Oh, come on.
Women are these weird "try
to decipher all their undulations
does it actually have anything
to do with coming" people.
Oh.
Guys are pretty straightforward.
Actually, you don't make
any noise when you come.
- Yes, I do.
- No, you don't.
You kinda look like you're
taking a shit when you come.
What?
Yeah, you go like this. You go...
Stop that!
- I do not look like that!
- Yeah, you do.
Oh, my God, I'm never coming again.
Fine, I'll just never come again, then.
Nah, baby.
You hate the way I look when I come.
No, I love how you look when you come.
You're still hard.
I know. It's weird.
It's been a while, though.
I know.
He likes you.
He wants to impress you,
doesn't want to go away.
Is it always like this?
No.
Only with you.
And when I take a shit.
I have to go to Spain.
For work?
Some.
To see Philippe as well.
Hm. That'll be nice.
When do you have to go?
Tomorrow.
I'm gonna be in Barcelona
by myself for the weekend,
and then Philippe's
gonna meet me in Madrid.
I'll miss you, Sarah.
It's only a week.
I'll miss you.
I know.
I'll miss you, too.
Sarah.
Yeah?
Will you spend the night with me?
I'd like to. I just-
I understand.
It'd just make it seem
too real, you know?
I know. I understand.
Wait. Don't go yet.
I am the only one to blame for this
Somehow it all ends up the same
Soaring on the wings of
selfish pride, flew too high
And like a chorus, I collide
With a world I try so hard to leave
So you can't come with us?
No, no. I've been slack boy lately.
I've really got to drive.
Where's the girl? She couldn't come?
She's in Spain.
Working?
Little bit.
The guy's there?
Yeah.
So how'd you leave it with her?
Well, actually, I sent her a little note
that she should be getting kinda soon.
What did you do?
Joan, I'll see you later.
What did you do, crazy man?
Thanks for coming!
Can you believe that your bizarre thing
won that prize?
It's insane.
When you're sure that God
has the same intention as you,
not even intention, inspiration,
that it's finally your turn,
the rush, the calm, the excitement,
and the lack of words
to describe that feeling.
Those chills.
You just get those chills again.
But the sacrifice of love, Michael,
the sacrifice of that
kind of love, and life,
when does God teach us how to do that?
To love you
Take my world apart
To need you
I am on my knees
To love you
Take my world apart
To need you
Broken on my knees
There weren't enough roses in Barcelona.
They had to fly them in
from the Canary Islands.
You are the craziest,
most passionate man I have ever met.
This is incredible.
I mean, there are so
many beautiful roses here.
I can't believe you're
not here to see them.
And the smell in here is so amazing.
Where are you? Call me!
Okay, I'm at the Ritz in Barcelona.
Well, yeah, obviously you know where I am.
And I'm gonna be in Madrid in the morning,
so if I don't hear from you,
I'm gonna call you, okay?
I want to talk to you, you crazy man.
Wow, this is so amazing.
And serve the ones that I despise
Speak the words I can't deny
Watch the world I used to love
Fall to dust and blow away
I look beyond the empty cross
Forgetting what my life has cost
I wipe away the crimson stains
Dull the nails that still remain
Steal my heart and take the pain
Take the selfish, take the weak
And all the things I cannot hide
Take the beauty, take my tears
Take my world
- Philippe!
- Hey.
How are you?
What are you doing here?
Just leave them here.
Come in.
I thought you were
not coming until tonight.
Oh, I missed you.
I was just reading about
the thousand red roses
I sent you yesterday.
What are you talking about?
Sit down. Coffee, breakfast?
It says in there I sent
you a thousand red roses.
It also says we went
out for dinner with Gianni
and Donatella until five in the morning.
You know what these people are like.
They always get things totally wrong.
So I didn't send you the roses?
I wish you had.
Oh, is that why you're
not happy to see me?
I am so happy to see you.
Fuck!
Why won't you fuck me?
Are you fucking someone else?
No.
Are you fucking-
Are you fucking someone else?
No, I am not fucking
someone else! Are you?
Philippe.
Are you having an affair with someone?
No, but I haven't
been completely faithful.
What?
What?
What do you want from me?
You say you love me. You
say you want a family with me.
You won't even make love with me!
I'm sorry!
- What?
- When was this?
Two different girls. You don't know them.
Who was this with?
I don't know. Six months ago, a year ago.
Twice, maybe.
I don't want you as a friend only.
I need you as a lover, too.
Bullshit! Bullshit, Philippe.
I'm just your perfect little fucking prize.
That's all I've ever been.
I just make some little accessory
to your dumb entourage.
Why do we always have to be
in the right pIace at the right time?
Saint-Tropez in the summer,
we have to go to the Bowery
Bar when we're in New York,
we have to eat at San
Lorenzo when we're in London.
I mean, why can't we just,
you know, get Chinese food
and sit on the floor and
talk about God or something?
Why can't we just order Chinese food
and sit on the floor and talk about God?
Eating Chinese food with God?
What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm so tired of...
I'm just so tired.
Maybe we just, we just
need to get away, both of us.
We should go to Bali.
You just don't get it.
I'm always away.
I'm always away.
So you want me to go?
I don't know.
I really don't know what I want.
I may be superficial sometimes,
and I may love my toys and my money, but...
You're wrong about one thing.
I do not only see you as a prize.
You're the woman I love.
You're the woman I've
lived with for three years,
and who I want to spend
the rest of my life with.
You're my wife.
I'm the wife of a man
who fucks other women.
Just let me know,
when you know what you want.
All right?
Just let me know.
And if I never drive you mild
And suffering this open kiss
And I'm barely juvenile
When everyone is outrageous
And I alone will be sleeping
through the afternoon
And if I ever drive your style
And suffering your day predicted
With no ability to rile
And every yawn is contagious
I love my story and my chocol ate.
You're so nuts.
I'm home.
Where are you? I can't wait to see you.
Call me as soon as you get this, okay?
I don't care what time it
is. You can wake me up.
I want to talk to you.
And if you're driving,
just come over, okay?
I'll be here. Bye.
I should drive you wild
Yes, I should drive you wild
Please leave a message. Wait till the beep.
Hello.
Michael.
Wake up. It's Sarah.
Hello?
Yes. I have a delivery for Miss Easton.
Okay, come up.
Michael, this is just way too frustrating.
I really want to talk to
you. This is driving me crazy.
Well, I'm at home, okay?
I can't wait to talk to you,
so please call me the
minute you wake up, okay?
Bye.
Coming!
Good morning!
Oh, my God.
Yo, maitre d'.
Can we order? We're starving over here.
I've gotta tell you,
I did not like you being away at all.
I know.
So, you got my little package?
My God.
- You know where I was?
- Where?
I was in my bath,
that was filled with
hundreds of rose petals.
No way.
Yes way.
I cut the buds off, and I
brought 'em back with me.
I can't believe I wasn't
in that bath with you.
It is so good to see you.
Longing for the one I love
Can I have a little kiss?
- What, do you...
- A little kiss.
As they come and go, I watch
Oh, come on. Bigger than that.
A medium kiss, then.
Okay, a medium kiss.
Blues as if on cue
What am I to do with this
That was not a medium kiss.
- Yes, it was.
- No, that was a big kiss.
No, that was medium.
Uh-uh.
That was big.
Hoping that somewhere along the way
I'll have a friend
One who really knows
Just the way it goes
God, I missed kissing you, Sarah.
I missed everything with you, Michael.
Sleep.
Just sleep.
I have absolutely no idea where we are
or what's been happening.
I only know that we have fucked forever.
Oh, I know.
It's crazy.
I would suggest that we went to eat,
but I'm afraid we'll
just start fucking again.
I know. It's ridiculous.
So, do you want to go and eat?
Sure.
You want to go to my place and order in?
No, let's go out.
Cool.
You're gonna drop the
camera! There they come!
Sarah!
Sarah!
Who's that? Where's Philippe?
Sarah, where's Philippe?
- Who's the escort?
- Who's this guy?
- I'm just a cab driver.
- Cab driver?
- Hey, Sarah.
- Hi, Derek.
- How are you?
- I'm good, how are you?
Good. You want to eat?
I think so. Do you have a table?
For you, of course.
Steve.
I think I went to college with your wife.
Bette?
Yeah, she went to Bard, right?
Yes. Yeah, what's your name?
Michael Shiver.
Are you a writer as well?
No, actually, I'm a cab driver.
Right.
So, you guys wanna eat?
I don't know. Do you want to eat?
- Sure.
- Let's go someplace else.
Come on. We're gonna go.
Okay.
- See you soon.
- See you.
I'll tell Bette I saw you.
Yeah, thank you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Bye-bye.
Where do you want to go?
I don't know.
You wanna go to La Tacita?
No.
I hate that place.
Okay?
Can you go to 78th and Fifth, please?
Why did you wanna leave back there?
Oh, please. You hate it there.
You hate all the places that I want to go.
What're you talking about?
I don't always want
to go to these cheesy,
scummy little places, you know.
I don't always want to
have to sit on your floor
and eat Chinese food.
I want to go somewhere that's civilized,
and you never want
to go anywhere like that.
I love all your suggestions.
I'm perfectly fine to go
anywhere you want to go.
I was fine back there.
All of my husband's
friends were there, okay?
You would have gotten all sullen.
I don't understand. I'm fine.
I thought that you
said you weren't a writer.
I'm not.
Who's that? Where's Philippe?
- Sarah, where's Philippe?
- Who's this guy?
Well, what was that back there,
with Derek, that little exchange?
What? I went to school with his wife.
I knew they opened a
restaurant. What's the big deal?
I do not like being lied to, Michael.
Fuck!
Is it a problem for you that you're rich
and I'm poor, Sarah?
Money has got nothing to do with this.
Is the novelty of a weird,
Bohemian cab driver guy
wearing a little thin?
- You said it, not me.
- So it is.
You think I'm that shallow, huh?
You think that I pick my
friends by what they do?
Michael, we have really different lives,
and you haven't seen my life.
We've been doing everything
on your terms, okay?
This has not been
reality. This is not real.
What about it hasn't been real, Sarah?
They way that you look
at me after we make love?
The way you call me at
seven in the morning?
The way you call me 20 times a fucking day?
That's not real?
You're just lonely without
your husband here?
I don't think so. I
think this is totally real.
I think it's been completely reality.
I don't think you can deal with it.
I can't right now.
You can't right now?
No.
What is that supposed to mean?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Did you ever hear of a
book called The Blameless?
No.
Maybe. I don't know.
I wrote it ten years ago
when I got outta college.
It was like a big deal. It
was on the bestseller list.
I was the toast of the
town, blah blah blah.
I got to see your world.
Parties and producers and Paris and London.
I became somebody that I
didn't know and somebody
that I didn't really like
really quickly, Sarah.
It wasn't worth it, so I took
their money and I came home.
So, what?
You're a cab driver with a
million dollars in the bank?
Not a million, but if I
don't make my hundred
every night in the taxi,
I'm not gonna go hungry.
That's just a little bit too
precious for me, Michael.
I don't look any
different to you now, Sarah?
Our worlds aren't any closer
now that I have a bank account
and know where to eat in Paris?
If I really am that person,
why the hell would you be with me?
Unless that's who you are, too.
Maybe I am.
I knew you were lying to me.
I could not hold on to who I was
in the world that came with what I did.
If and when I learn how to do that,
I will write again.
I'm a cab driver. I never lied to you.
Bullshit! I have been me with you, okay?
You've known everything.
You've known who I am, who I've been with.
Who is real and who isn't?
You are so selfish.
You're just a selfish person.
Sarah.
I, uh...
I love being around you.
I'm so sorry if you think that I'm selfish,
or that I'm a child,
or that I'm a liar.
No, Michael.
Stupid thing to say.
I didn't mean it.
You're so generous.
No. If that's how you feel,
I can try to act more like a-
I don't.
I don't.
What's in your heart, Sarah?
I thought I had gotten to you.
I thought that I had
gotten into your heart.
You have.
It's just that my heart changes.
I don't have any answers.
I told you that.
Where is the trendiest,
most expensive restaurant in New York?
No. I want to go to your house.
No.
I only want to go to the trendiest,
most non-divey, non-Chinese food,
not-on-my-floor restaurant in New York.
I want to spend the night with you.
I want to wake up in your arms.
Sarah?
Sarah?
This machine takes messages
for Sarah and Philippe.
Please wait for the tone.
Sarah, are you there?
It's Michael. Pick up.
Are you there?
Sarah?
Sarah.
It's Michael.
Sarah, are you there? Open the door.
Was that a mistake as well?
I'm here with you now, Philippe.
I'm here with you.
I will wait
You will break
I will summon, you will make
I will come undone
You will succumb
I will be vestal, you will bleed
I will kill time
You will singe the
thread that hangs the lie
I will return the favor
I will not abate
You willingly disintegrate
I will be the undertaker
You
You can't touch me
You
You can't touch me
You
You can't touch me
You
You can't touch me
I will remain
You will burn without a flame
I will suspend forever
I will miss the ground
You will wish me down
You will be my resurrector
I will hold my breath
Remember
You
You can't touch me
You
You can't touch me
You
You can't touch me
You
You can't touch me
When the living room is cold
When I'm sleeping on my feet
When I wish upon the hardwood
And your milky tea
When the corner of
my eye follows fairies
"I've wanted to tell you for a while now.
I wanted to say it as
you reached for a teacup
in your kitchen that night
after we fought about
'Why do we always have to
eat Chinese food on your floor'
and then made up,
I wanted to say it as the
moonlight shone in on you
as you slept in your bed the
first time we made love there.
When I felt your heart
racing against my chest
in your suite foyer in Spain
when you first saw your roses,
even though I wasn't there.
But mostly I wanted to say
it the last night I saw you,
as I held you in my arms,
looking down at your precious face
knowingly looking up
at me, still inside you,
quiet, motionless, but so inside you.
I wanted so badly to tell you that...
The words each time graced
my lips like an imposter,
only to fall away like some great blizzard
that was taken out to sea to rain its fury
on the dark ocean alone,
unbeknownst to any hearing.
I pray that you can hear
them for what they are,
feel them for what they are,
and not mar them with the knowledge
that they stand apart from
your ability to reciprocate them.
Please take them in your heart
and feel them with your
eyes closed and your soul open
for just a moment.
My voice speaking them
softly in your ear with a kiss.
When you smile, when your
head lightly moves to dance,
when your tongue finds my lips,
when you ramble over a glass of wine,
when you sit naked after we've made love,
when you act boldly, when you laugh,
when you squeeze my hand,
when you call my name in a gruff whisper,
when your heart races on
my chest in a close embrace,
when you love me.
What I'm sad about is
selfish. I'm sad at God's timing.
I'm only a man, and as a man, I miss you.
I miss you terribly.
I miss your kiss.
I miss your smile.
How I miss your smile.
But most of all, I miss the
moment that hasn't happened yet,
the moment when you
let yourself fall for me.
What makes it hard for me is knowing
how much you care for me,
how much in a way you do love me,
how much you would enjoy smiling wryly
as you hurled yourself
backwards off the cliff and said,
'Catch me, baby.'
If I didn't know that, I
could make you a villain,
me a victim, and soothe myself.
But I can't because it isn't the truth.
The truth we both know.
The truth is, not today.
I know that you're not
leaving Philippe for me,
and I wouldn't want you to.
I would want you to leave him for you.
I also know you would
never fly a million miles
just to see me smile at you.
Someday, maybe, but not today.
So I guess I'd better disappear, Sarah.
I know you'll be okay,
and soon I will be, too.
And maybe, just maybe, if God so desires,
the day will come when, as friends,
we will find ourselves
accidentally strolling along
the white cliffs of Dover
or the mountain rocks of Mendocino
or the bonny emerald
north of the Scottish seaboard
or the glistening harbor of old New York.
And from the heights, in the stars,
amongst the angels
whose arms will cradle us
in a moment neither of us was told about
but knew like our oldest happiness,
we will look into each other's
eyes and know it is today.
It is today.
And whether that day is tomorrow
or next week or next year or next lifetime,
I will finally get to tell
you to your sweet face,
the face that I will miss
more than I could ever tell,
that...
I love you.
I love you.
Oh, baby, I love you.
And you'll smile wryly, close your eyes,
and say, 'Catch me, baby.'
And fall."
Yeah
Hey, yeah
Yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Yeah Hey, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I was a funny little man.
I needed the fans' support
just to make it out of bed every day.
But luckily, I was blessed
with the best fans in the league.
For the rest of the day,
I needed God's help.
But luckily,
I was blessed with the
best God in the league, too.
And, boy, did he come to play.
That crazy God always comes to play.
Yeah
Yeah, you
You, you
you
When you called you had nothing to say
But you said the right thing
You wanted to hear my voice once again
I thought you'd forgotten
What is it about love that
constantly changes our minds
Do you doubt love like I do
And do you sometimes have to show
There's no reason or rhyme to this game
And it hits you like lightning
Over and over again
This is the life that you prayed for
Lightning
When will I see you again
This is how dreams are made
With the wave of a hand, you were gone
But your memory lingers
And what are the
chances of falling in love
I know you remember
But is there a right way to love you
'Cause I know I could in the doorway
You kissed me and I said
I would call you someday
When I know my place in this game
And it hits you like lightning
Over and over again
Maybe
I shouldn't have said
What I said at the table
I should've got up and
walked outside instead
And maybe
You already knew
But your tears suggested
It just hadn't quite rung true yet
And some words are the same
Some are better concealed
But I feel what I feel
And maybe
It wasn't clear from the start
How could you ever understand
All the misdirection in my heart
Maybe