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Can you tell me why?
I rather not say.
I'll just put personal reasons if that's okay.
Sure.
Thanks.
I hope you feel better.
Hello. Come in, come in.
I can poach an egg if you're hungry.
No, I ate.
Yeah. Oh...
Victor, I'm sorry, I'm not hungry.
It's all right.
Can I smoke?
By that window.
My grant money is coming in soon.
Karen, the woman from the foundation,
explained that there's always a delay and they forgot to tell me to read the fine print.
- So it's working out? - Yes.
I'm happy for you.
Getting up like this early in the morning,
I've always hated it, even though, I love morning.
- Victor, The reason I'm here... - Oh, yes I...
I didn't even consider it.
It's sort of unusual for you to be here. I like that. I enjoy it.
I suppose I'm nervous because...
I'm here because I need to tell you...
It's over.
Over? What's over?
You and me.
To say that I am saddened by this development is...
I don't know what it is.
That makes sense to me.
The boredom,
the dull ticking persistence of time,
I will sit and I will write
and I'll look up the road.
The scene is sunny,
it's a mid-afternoon idleness,
car drives by at a moderate pace,
and I think perhaps there's no reason for anything.
But the yellow light on the green leaves,
there's a mystery and a power.
I can't deny it.
Did I ever tell you about the time I broke a large stained-glass window?
No.
Well, I suppose there will be a thousand stories I won't tell you now.
Right.
Can I suggest that perhaps you reverse your decision?
Victor, saying yes to that question doesn't change anything.
This... this...
this feeling inside,
I'm seeing now the time is an emotional reality.
We've known each other for two months and, yet,
my experience and my reality within it
stretches out like what the French refer to as
that of a mirror reflecting itself.
That sounds very intense.
Earthquake for me
and a light breeze for you.
The pain is beginning to take hold.
It's not that I don't care, I just express myself differently.
And I suppose I must ask the obligatory question of why.
You're not it for me.
It's nothing against you but that's the truth.
A relationship is a series of impressions, isn't it?
Moments that define our identity within a pairing.
And these moments for you perhaps me opening a door,
drinking a glass of water.
They didn't mesh or gel or synthesize.
When you leave,
when you walk away,
I'll be left in the morning light to consider the emptiness and discontents
of not only this day...
the rest of existence.
I think you're a really talented poet and you're gonna do very well.
I suppose this explains Valentine's Day.
What happened on Valentine's Day?
The poem I gave you, I wrote for you, did you bring it?
- What happened on Valentine's Day? - First read it. Read it to me.
"These words I write are now irreversible,
they're chiseled into the fabric of all we see,
that tiny green speck in the middle of a leaf...
...bears their imprint.
The empty air is filled with these words."
- Victor, oh my God! - Give me the paper.
It's stained with my blood now. It's more yours than it's ever been.
You're not gonna cut yourself anymore, are you?
- You're concerned for me? - Of course, I am.
You love this, don't you?
God!
God, how did I let this happen?
The pain, the pain!
How's your hand feeling?
Imperfect.
How did I not see this? How was I so blindsided?
Relationships are unpredictable.
That's what makes them interesting.
I suppose you're waiting to feel comfortable with leaving.
I am late for something.
You are?
I'm not gonna lie, I have a busy day.
Given what you've done, it would be fairly irresponsible for me to leave you.
So, yes, I'm in a little bit of a bind.
What do you have to do today?
A bunch of errands.
I'm a burden.
You always go right to that kind of thinking.
Is that part of your disinterest?
See?
Now this is an unhealthy territory and I should probably leave.
So leave.
I don't think you should be alone.
I'll find somebody.
- That's a good idea. Is there someone you can call? - There's no one.
Who's that guy you're always seeing everywhere?
We thought it was some kind of cosmic signal.
Fred.
My sworn enemy.
He betrayed me.
He's a plagiarist with a black soul.
He stole a poem of mine and tried to seduce my mother.
Yeah, he doesn't seem like he's very busy.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Natasha, I implore you not to contact Fred.
Don't worry, I'm not.
Stay with them at least a few hours, please.
Yeah, no problem.
You're real savior. I didn't want to leave him alone.
Fred is a true friend.
Yes, he is.
Goodbye, Victor.
Goodbye, Natasha.
Fuck, no, fuck.
Hi.
Stupid question, can I get any gas for 66 cents?
No, ah, are you out?
Well, my car is not reliable and it's all...
I mean I could buy you some gas.
You would do that?
Sure, yeah.
No, no, never mind, no.
- I'm just not... - Bye.
- Look, if you change your mind... - Yeah, thanks. Focus Natasha, focus.
Yeah, come in.
So what the hell were you doing out there?
What?
You must have walked up to the door five times.
It took you like three minutes before you even decided to knock.
Oh, I didn't know you were watching.
Yeah. But why'd you do it?
I thought maybe I had something else.
This have to do with Valentine's Day?
Valentine's Day?
Did something happen?
No.
What do you mean? What does that mean?
I mean we didn't see each other.
There wasn't anything else?
Can you come over here for a second?
Just leave it there. Fine, just get over here.
- What's going on out here? - I've been digging all day, I'm not done either.
Why?
Dispute with my landlord.
- Your mother? - I prefer not to think of her like that.
I made steak.
Salt, fork, knife.
I didn't expect to eat.
You don't want the fucking steak?
Are you gonna sit down?
Just bear with me 'cause I'm confused.
How does a person...
maybe not a person, I don't really think of you as a person,
you're more like a feeling or a notion or a whim.
You would have been called a free spirit before psychology came in
and now it's a coping mechanism or projection
or reaction formation or whatever,
but you, this area of mist that I've been dating these past months
who drifts without purpose in some other worldly social plane
who knows no schedule or commitment,
you made it a point of saying there was a specific time and place that you wanted to see me.
And as if that wasn't enough, for some reason,
some mystery that I'll never solve,
you walk up to my door several times back and forth before you even consider to knock on it.
I'm here because I have to tell you it's over.
It's over?
Our relationship?
Yes.
That's... it's great.
Terrific. Fan-fucking-tastic.
You're unbelievable. It's over just like that? Are you kidding me?
How else would it work?
I don't know.
Maybe you say "I'm unhappy. Hey, can we try working on this?"
Some indication that you're making an effort.
There's nothing I could have said.
Bullshit!
You know I'm not a woman and I don't know what it's like to be a woman,
but I would say that if I was gonna break up with a man,
the least you could do is do it right after we've had sex.
I'm... I'm relaxed, I'm ready to listen.
I'm not ticked the fuck off by all this slippery sketchy behavior.
God damn it.
Is anything you've ever said to been true?
Ever? Once? Have you ever once told me the truth?
You came into my life and lied and misled me
and then at some arbitrary point you just decide you're done.
I'm being honest.
Now you're being honest. Now you are.
And you know it's confusing 'cause this isn't like you.
I know you don't like conflict and I know you dread direct communication.
So this isn't how you would want to do this.
No, no, no, you would just stop talking to me until I figured it out.
I'm absolutely certain of that.
I'm trying to be more mature.
Trying to mature. Look at you trying to mature.
Let me tell you something about maturity though.
It means a whole lot of not getting what you want.
Thank you for the steak. It was very good.
Was there anyone else?
Anyone?
Goddamn it, Natasha, don't be cute.
Yes and no, I guess.
Do you realize what a shitty answer that is to that question?
That's got to be the shittiest possible answer to that fucking question.
Hey, Natasha, have you had another guy's cock in your mouth recently?
Jeez, let me think, yes and no.
Yes and fucking no.
I swear to God, it's like you're trying to provoke me.
- I'm not. - I fucking hate you, you fucking bitch.
You're the fucking worst. Are you kidding me?
Ah, you cheating lying blond nightmare,
you're everything I hate and despise and I don't even want to think about you again.
I'm sorry, just venting.
I know.
Come outside with me, I have to dig some more.
I'm actually late for something.
I swear to God, I swear to God, you are coming outside,
I'm gonna ask you some goddamn questions.
Let's go!
I am digging what's known as a ha-ha.
A ha-ha?
It's like a ditch.
It's one sided, so it forms a wall.
Basically, a ditch. I'm digging a ditch. I'm a ditch digger.
- You said it was called a ha-ha? - Yes.
As in ha ha. Isn't it funny how life is so awful and pointless?
Ha-ha.
How about that?
Why are you doing this?
My neighbor has recently acquired a goat.
I didn't even know it was legal to own goats.
But the goat eats my landlord's plants and she thinks that cheap fencing looks ugly.
So, ha-ha.
I can see why you're upset.
Four Saturdays...
we've been dating each other for several months and I've only seen you on four Saturdays.
- You counted? - No.
Four is a low enough number that it doesn't require counting.
If it were, say, 35, maybe I would have had to count.
And 35 by the way would have been a reasonable number of Saturdays
to spend with the person that I've been seeing for several months.
I don't even know where to begin with that accusation.
It's not an accusation, it's a fact.
Sometimes you were traveling.
Sometimes you were sick.
One time you're supposedly visiting sister was supposedly sick.
Are you saying I was lying about both my sister visiting and her being sick?
If you found out that she was sick and you decided to lie about her visiting,
is that some kind of mitigating circumstance or something?
I didn't realize.
The text messages.
I'll be sitting wherever minding my own business and you'd start a conversation and I'd engage.
Because goddammit, I like you. We are dating.
Go back and forth and then at some arbitrary moment you stop.
I get distracted.
- Distracted by what? - I don't know.
- What's so distracting? - I guess it's always different.
It's like I'm looking at you and you're here
but at the same time it's like at any second you can just drift away.
It's like where are you when I'm not looking at you?
Do you even exist? Are you even real?
Are you even out there in the world doing things?
Being alive is very literal.
You gotta be somewhere doing something.
So how have you managed to avoid that?
I'm sorry, I'm not literal, I can't avoid being who I am.
Dealing with you is so frustrating,
I get so angry sometimes I want to kill myself.
How would you do it? That's always been my problem.
What kind of response is that?
Obviously, I'm not making you feel better.
I'm surprised you're still here. You seem willing to put up with this.
Your impression of me as far as I can tell
is that I go out of my way to frustrate or hurt you or, I don't know.
I wish that were the situation because then at least there'd be some clear logic
to all of your behavior.
Probably right.
There's no logic to it. I can't explain it.
So that's it?
That's all there is?
You don't know what you're doing or why and things just happen?
Can't argue with that.
Are you aware of the expression in the economics that there's no such thing as a free lunch?
Maybe, I don't know.
It means everything has a cost, even things we think are free.
That reminds me...
and I know that this is gonna come off like I'm the jerk here but,
I really hate to ask,
you, um,
I need ten bucks. Do you think I could borrow ten bucks?
I'll pay you back with interest. It's just it would really help.
Breaks up with me and has the audacity to ask for money.
I let you vent though.
Damn worthless piece of trash.
Not even caring.
Argh!
Goddamn worthless life.
Already shitty enough. Now I'm dealing with this fucking bullshit!
Fuck!
What's your name?
Natasha. What's yours?
George.
Do you want to get up and keep walking?
Which way should we go?
You're not speaking?
Can you please just make a decision? I don't want to.
Look, I don't want to make a big thing about it,
but it does kind of seem like you don't remember that it's my birthday.
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
This is a paper bag with a literal ball of trash inside of it.
Are you really that much of a dick?
What are we doing? It's...
you do this stuff and it's like...
four-leaf clover, good luck charm.
I mentioned that months ago.
How did you know? I always feel so unlucky.
Did you intentionally make it blue?
Well, since you're not speaking and now I have my gift, I guess I don't need you anymore.
It's beautiful and I love it. Thank you.
Is there anything I can get for 66 cents?
That is one sad question.
- Okay, whatever. - Hold on.
Keep your money. Next.
What?
This will make you fat and this will give you cancer, so don't do either.
Okay.
Now go away and leave me alone.
Natasha, is that you?
As I live and breathe.
- Hi. - How are you?
Mwah!
This is my friend Carla.
Yes, her name is also Carla.
Carla, Natasha here is an unbelievable artist.
One of Anton's people.
She's a painter and a sculptress and she's doing this project.
She takes these photos of people crying and she posts them.
Oh, I showed you. Do you remember?
That sort of tableau with the old woman with the bright dress
and then the sort of muted tones in the background.
And that face, passion.
That sad, desperate passion.
I mean can you imagine these lonely souls all around us
dotting our landscape with their television and their fast food, how do you even find them?
I go to hospitals and cemeteries.
That answer, well, darkly comic, shows an admirable pragmatism on your part.
And Carla, Anton and all his wisdom found a way
to wrangle her into an assistant position.
But now he tells me that she's become this elusive shadow presence.
For my part, I say I have patrons.
I have galleries.
Let's write your name in the sky. And she says to me...
I'm just dealing with some personal issues at the moment.
There's always dealing going on and issues.
Not... George, I hope.
No. no, I was actually... I've been feeling like I need to sort of...
What? Need to what?
I feel I need to commit to George more.
Commit? Is there somebody else?
I'm sorting it out.
- George is wonderful. - Carla.
This Carla, sorry. Can I talk to you privately for a minute?
Excuse us.
I have...
it's a long...
my cash flow...
can I borrow ten bucks?
You never cease to amaze. Of course, I can help you. That's what I've been saying.
I know. Thank you.
I can't imagine how you manage your life that these things happen to you.
I'm working on it, I promise.
I know, I know.
Here's twenty. Call me.
- I will. - Seriously.
I will. Thank you. Thank you. Bye, other Carla.
And stop hiding.
Argh...
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Uh-oh.
- Hi. - Hello.
Ten dollars' worth of gas please.
Sure. Ah...
This is fake.
- What? - Yeah. Just forget I said anything. Um...
No, wait. How can you tell?
Well, the texture is off and if you look at it through the light, there is no strip.
You've got to be kidding me.
- I'm sorry. - How is that even something you're looking for?
I should've pretended not to notice that.
I mean they come in every now and again
and they get mad at us whenever we accept them.
You know, it's not a big deal. Like, honestly, I can just take it.
No, it's fine.
Look, um,
it seems like you're just having a rough day.
I mean just let me buy it for you.
No, because...
no.
No, look, you listen to me, okay?
I just know that you're in grad school for law or medicine
or even something like architecture,
it's a little bit cooler and you just have this stupid job to pay down your debt
and I walk in and you think, "Oh, look at this,
what a nice little story to say how we met and fell in love and got married."
And we can laugh when a grandpa asks us what a gas station is.
But no, today that will not be who I am.
And it's gonna slow me down
but maybe the universe is telling me that's what I need now.
So I'm gonna park my car, I'm gonna go get my bike and I'm gonna do what I need to do.
- I mean, did you start med school... - Bye.
What?
Uh, I tell you what,
you hear a lot these days about the feminism and all that.
But if you ask me, women never change one bit.
Guess I wouldn't know.
You will one day.
Pack of American Spirits.
Yeah.
It's open.
Meet you in the middle?
It's a deal.
Bite my lips.
Please.
Please, I'll do anything. Please.
Tom, we need to talk.
Are you breaking up with me?
Yes.
I thought something's going on after Valentine's Day.
Wait, what? What do you know?
You called me. Seemed upset.
What did I say?
Oh, to be honest, I was pretty out of it as well.
Oh.
All right, sorry.
So this was...
The last guy I broke up with suggested right after sex was a good time.
Well, it's one idea.
Did this make it easier for you?
Would've been fun.
Yeah. I have a feeling that guy would have been upset no matter what.
I do feel like I didn't really get to know you though.
It's an interesting time in my life. But I felt I owed you.
Sex, apparently.
Obviously, we won't pretend to be friends but you seem okay.
Yep, fine.
Is it okay if I go?
Yeah, sure.
Um...
Have a nice day.
You, too.
Hello, Kim.
Hey.
What the fuck, I thought you were locked out.
What the hell was up with you on Valentine's Day?
Did something happen?
I think you had a lot to drink.
I'm moving out.
Apparently, your check is ready over at Anton's.
What? Really? How do you know?
Well, Debra told me that Anton told her that he hasn't been able to get in touch with you.
So, Debra talked to you instead of me?
- Well, for a talking. - When was this?
Oh, like today.
And I was saying that I didn't know what was going on with you.
But I thought that it could be something like serious maybe.
Are you spying on me?
Everybody just wants to know what's going on with you.
I mean, you've been more and more private or something and I don't know,
I just want to make sure it's nothing like really bad.
You haven't like found God or anything, have you?
Finding God would not be a change for me.
As I've told you many times and you are well aware
that I believe in a vengeful and spiteful God.
No, no, no, I mean like have you found God with like other people?
You're not worried about like drugs?
- What was going on with you that night? - I don't understand. Who cares?
If it's not drugs and it's not a cult,
I mean, you don't post anything unless it's like an art project
and you disappear for days at a time.
This is just honest concern.
- You were never locked out. - Give me something.
George and I took a break a couple of months ago.
Okay.
So I started seeing this guy.
- Yeah? - And it was really casual.
- Uh-huh. - Then I met this other guy and I liked him
and since things were so casual,
I didn't really feel it was necessary to tell anybody anything.
And then you started seeing George again, right?
Yeah, at one point that happened.
What is that? What is going on?
It was a complete fluke and I was just in a place in my life
where I was really open to the possibilities
and that combined with the crazy flukish streak of meeting men I was interested in.
Right. But what are you saying?
I met a couple other guys and started dating them.
Two guys?
Yeah.
Plus the other two guys you're seeing?
Yeah.
And George?
Yeah.
You're dating five guys at the same time?
Only for a couple of months.
You know I had a feeling it was something like this.
You're my roommate, you're bound to know something, I guess.
Like, I am impressed and also a little disturbed. You might have a problem.
You think?
I can't even imagine.
The thing is, unless you tell a man you're not dating, he thinks you're dating.
And I just didn't want to let anybody down.
I've such a hard time telling people unpleasant things.
So, is one of them Anton?
No. Why?
Oh, why not?
I mean I know he's a little bit older than you,
and might be like your boss or whatever,
but it's totally something you should consider.
Fine. You could just be his flavor of the month, but so what?
He took Sara all over the world with him.
He did have a meltdown when they were in some square in like Sao Paulo or someplace
where he was like screaming at her for being a whore
and these old ladies were watching and crossing themselves.
And now she's some sort of Catholic because of it.
But come on, restaurants, trips, clothing, it's completely worth it.
And, besides, if he's into you, then it's definitely way more legit than her.
I mean she never has anything to say
and the attraction has to be about how her boobs are always on display.
Every time she talks to me, all I can do is stare at them.
They're just so jiggly and... and fluffy and like really distracting.
You know it's nothing sexual or anything but sometimes I want to take a nap on them.
Where is this conversation?
You're dating five guys.
Unbelievable.
I'm really only dating two now.
What happened?
I broke up with three of them.
When?
Today.
All today?
Do you have any cash?
Um...
Ah!
Like three dollars.
Can I borrow it?
I want you to know that I care.
Listen, I'm late for something.
Come over here.
- Kim. - Just come over here.
Bring it in.
You are loved by no one else than by me.
Please stop.
And you can date as many men as you want and I will never judge you.
This is unpleasant for me, and I would like to leave.
You will not only endure,
you will prevail.
You need more help than I do.
I'm here for you.
Okay, bye, Kim.
Debra.
Hey, Natasha.
Is he in?
Who?
Anton.
Oh, great, duh.
Is he?
He's in the back.
I just came to get my check and then I'm gonna go.
Cool. I'll look for it.
Oh.
I think it's in the back.
Seriously? Can you like...
Don't worry, I'll cover for you.
Just show me the picture because I don't believe you.
The note said 114.
If he's wearing the hat, it's not the right one. Show me.
Here.
- He's wearing the hat. - That's what I told you.
That is right.
What do you want me to do?
He's wearing a hat.
- Fucking hat! - Anton.
Go with it. It's fine.
That's what I was going to do anyway.
Did you get it?
- You were hiding, huh? - Come on, Debra.
Great. Terrific. Thank you. See when I see you.
There she is.
Hey, Anton.
Just picking up my check.
You're coming back here or what?
Close the door.
You got a valid passport?
Yeah.
You avoiding me or something?
I just came to get my check. I didn't know you were here.
I called, I texted, I didn't hear anything.
I was gonna call today. I was running around and then forgot.
I'm leaving for Rome tonight for a shoot.
I'll be there for a week or so.
After that is Dubai, then Hong Kong.
There's a guy in Rome
that can assist me or it can be you
if you leave tonight.
Tonight is soon.
It's only soon because you never got back to me.
I called you what, a week ago the first time?
Anton that's really amazing and, of course, I want to go.
Great.
Ah...
Dubai has some visa bullshit we have to work on,
but otherwise you should have time to get what you need in order.
I don't think I can though.
- Are you suggesting that I should have to convince you... - No.
- to take this amazing opportunity? - No, of course, not.
I'm not even sure you deserve it at this point.
I understand if you feel that way.
Is that your way of saying you don't want to come?
No, it isn't...
- it's... it's not about what I want. - Yes, it is. What do you want?
How long do I have to decide?
Let's see...
I think if you let me know by let's say...
eight o'clock tonight,
I think you'd have a fighting chance.
I want to go.
Well, you soon learn in life that it's not what people claim they want,
it's what they actually do.
Right.
Maybe I'll see you tonight. Maybe I'll see you when I get back.
Okay. Thanks.
I hope I see you, Natasha.
Hey.
You're not like actually hungry or anything, are you?
Uh, not crazy hungry, I guess.
- Let's just... just walk. - Cool.
- I'm sorry I'm not hungry. - Not a problem.
I do that stuff, though. I say let's meet here at this time and eat
and then I show up late and say I'm not hungry.
What can I say? I hate myself.
I've been meaning to talk to you about that.
- Sure you'll agree soon enough. - Me? Never.
God.
Oh, God.
What is it?
Oh God.
I think I'm having a heart attack.
Are you... are you serious? Should I call 911?
No, no, no, no, don't do that. It's not a heart attack. I just... I need to sit down.
Of course. Here.
I told you those are gonna make you fat.
- You know her? - Yes. I mean, no, but yes.
God, I'm freaking out.
Relax, just breathe.
I think this is a panic attack.
Oh, there was something on the TV with this guy,
knew exactly what to do when his girl had a panic attack.
- Was that... was that a documentary? - No.
So it could be right, so it could be wrong, and you don't remember?
It might be good that I don't remember.
I think I'm better.
My plan was to distract you with my incompetence.
I suppose it sort of worked.
Hopefully, this doesn't return you to...
Anyway, is this at all connected to the conversation we had at the bar last week?
Did I tell you what I really like about you?
I don't really know how to take compliments.
You're mean.
Fine, tell me.
I just did. I really like that you're mean.
I'm pretty sure that's not a compliment 'cause I'm having no trouble with that.
Most people think it's helpful to be around people
who say nice things, which has an obvious logic.
But it wasn't until I met you that I realized
that being around someone who says mean things is actually much healthier.
You criticize me or stuff I do and I think you're right, I need to do better.
Nice people are totally unhelpful, though,
because they only make you think everything is fine when it never is.
What if I'm holding you back with all of my negativity though?
Then I'm weak.
I'm just supposed to be negative all the time, that's my role?
You're not supposed to do anything.
It sounds like I am.
It sounds like I have to be constantly putting you down or sabotaging your dreams.
I won't go that far, it's not like we are married or anything.
Oh my God.
Are you upset?
Yes. And deeply disturbed.
It's the worst compliment possible.
And you have a deranged view of what makes a healthy relationship.
I know you did it.
- You're saying I did what you say I do. - Didn't you?
You know I can box your ears from where I'm sitting.
You keep threatening like that and I had to look up what it means.
- It's when you hit someone on both... - Obviously I looked it up.
Now who's mean?
I wonder where that went out of style. It seems like such a good way to attack someone.
We can start getting into bar fights, do it all the time.
We'd be like the new Bonnie and Clyde?
I think they had sex problems.
We could be like them without the sex problems.
How do you want that?
Sounds bad.
So that's a definite no, right?
I'd think about it.
Great. Next time someone asks how things are going with you, I can say,
"Awesome, we're thinking about rowdy bar fights and sex problems."
That's nice.
It is, isn't?
Yeah.
I don't want to freak you out.
What?
I think we should.
- You're not... - No. No. No.
- Okay. Because that... - What am I, some psycho?
You never know.
- I mean, right, not that but... - Oh.
Okay, just to recap, I started talking
and I thought maybe you thought I was talking about marriage.
- I thought you were breaking up with me. - No, okay, forget it.
- Forget it all? We're not talking about anything? - No, I mean... Yeah.
We could or you could, life moves on, you can move in.
All I'm saying is growth, progress. I think it's time.
That's really beautiful.
There's a feeling that I get that usually goes away or never arrives
and I want to continue that.
It's warm. I'm bad at this.
Yeah, you really are.
Thanks.
I need to smoke a cigarette.
- I didn't mean to... - Winston,
you didn't say anything you shouldn't have said.
But you need a cigarette?
I don't want to say anything I don't mean.
Okay, I appreciate it.
Hey, could you not smoke in front of the entrance?
Why?
You're smoking right in front of the entrance. Just go to the corner.
Okay.
It's a city ordinance.
George.
I thought you were out of town.
I got back early.
Let's do something tomorrow.
Why not right now?
I'm busy.
Doing what?
Can you not tomorrow?
Come with me right now.
I can't. I'm sorry.
Fine.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Anton's having a Valentine's Day party.
And?
Right.
We can go.
Yeah?
Yeah.
That'd be nice.
Sure. Yeah.
I'm sorry I can't go with you right now.
Nothing to be sorry about.
I'll call you tomorrow.
There you are.
Are we going inside?
We don't have to.
I have to think about what you said, so I can't say anything right now.
Hey, that's a... that's fine.
Thank you.
I'll pay.
Cool.
It is about that.
I wasn't pressing you or anything. It's really not a big deal.
It did get me thinking.
It's have to do with Valentine's Day.
They called you too, huh?
Uh, yeah, we spoke.
It's right for you and me to want those things.
People shouldn't be scared about stuff the way that they are but...
Oh.
It wouldn't be right of me to lie to you.
I don't want to lie anymore.
What have you been lying about?
Natasha.
I can't believe I'm thinking about telling you this.
I don't need to hear it.
You're just totally nuts basically.
You're right, I won't tell you. I've been dating four other guys.
What?
Darn it, I said that.
We always used a condom, right?
Yeah, we did, okay.
Just trying to think of all the potential risks here.
- Do you hate me? You really hate me, right? - I'm fine really, I am.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm totally fine.
Everything is great!
I'm so fucking mad!
Why does it all have to be so terrible?
Fuck this! I fucking give up! I fucking quit!
- Quit what? - Life!
I didn't want this.
I just wanted a normal thing. That's all.
I'm so tired.
- I really am sorry. - How could you do this to all of us?
- I didn't mean it. - I never want to see you again.
- I understand. - When will I see you again?
- Never. - I love you.
- I'm horrible. - You're the only person I'll ever truly love.
- Pretend I don't exist. - My life would be so much easier if I never met you.
I think this is where we go our separate ways.
Good.
You'll be back!
You love me more than you know!
You'll be back! I know you will!
Slow down, hear me out.
Winston...
Natasha just... I'm gonna say something, okay?
And just listen.
Those other guys, whoever they are, they're trash.
You're not gonna do better than me. It's not possible.
I have to go.
You just told me you're seeing four other guys.
You want to run away?
I'm feeling a lot of things right now.
I can't lie one of them is rage.
There's also a deep and intense sadness, but love is in there, too.
Hey, man, is this your car?
Yeah, one second.
- You should move your car. - What I want to say is this,
I see a better person in you and I think you know it.
You're seeing other guys, right?
I've seen you every weekend for how long?
- Come on. Look, I want to get inside. - Yeah, just put it on ice buddy.
- I have to go. - I'm...
I looked up major female artists and their marriages.
Now granted, a bunch of them are lesbians,
but a lot of them ended up marrying other artists and getting divorced
except Sally Mann. You know her?
- Yeah, but... - Yeah. I actually liked her stuff from any...
more than anyone else's from what I saw.
She married a lawyer and they're still together.
- Move your car. - Just one minute!
And he's probably like me.
He goes to these galleries and he feels out of place,
although I liked a lot of the stuff.
The guy with the pelican videos, the screaming lady, the giant foot.
Fine, all your friends are pretentious and terrible!
I don't care. Mine are all soulless yuppies!
The point is you make me entertained and I make you reliable.
It's great.
So you should cancel your plans and come with me.
Is the speech over? I'm trying to get home!
Haven't you ever been in love?
So? I have to still park though.
Stay, please.
I'm sorry, I don't feel that way.
Okay.
That's what I've got.
Go.
I'll move my car.
Thank you.
Love is dead! You happy now?
Frankly, yes!
Get the hell out of my yard!
I know deep down you're a good guy.
- Delivery for Kim... - Do you need a signature?
Here you go.
- Thanks. - Happy Valentine's Day!
You, too.
Kim, Brandon sent flowers.
Oh, goodie... hello? Natasha.
Natasha, I again apologize for not using text messages.
I cannot bring myself to degrade language in such a manner.
Nevertheless, I would like to see you today as custom dictates. Yours, Victor.
One second.
Hey, stranger.
Hey, Natasha.
Hey, Brandon.
- Guess who we ran into when we were out? - Mussolini.
George. He said you two haven't talked much recently.
I've been busy.
You two should totally come with us to Anton's party tonight.
What's Mussolini?
- What did he say? - Hmm, I don't remember.
Are you serious?
So you do care.
Yes, Kim, I care. Did I say I didn't?
Well, you don't talk to him but then you care.
I'm trying to figure out what's going on.
- Mussolini is seafood. - Brandon, shut up.
Ask her about the...
Did you happen to get a box of chocolates with those flowers?
Hmm, I don't think so.
That's some bullshit.
What did George say?
He said he'd think about it.
- That's it? - Yeah. And then he walked away.
He's like weird and moody, just like you like them.
Okay. Bye, Kim.
Please, come with us tonight.
We'll see.
Later, Natasha.
You're yelling in my ear.
Brandon, let's go.
Tonight it's gonna be awesome.
Just don't talk for the next hour.
George.
Are you avoiding or stalking?
I thought you were avoiding me.
I'm not doing anything.
Are you going somewhere?
You're at my house.
You ran into Kim.
You talked about the party. Obviously, you knew that she would tell me.
What do you want?
I want to know what's going on, George.
It seems like you're not going to...
I don't know, whatever.
I could say the same thing about you.
If I've been that way, it's only been because I thought that's what you wanted.
It seems like we're two people standing in the dark talking about nothing.
What am I supposed to do with that?
You say these things like it's the easiest thing in the world to understand.
I think you need to make some choices.
Everybody has to make choices, including you.
Why can't you just say what you mean?
You first.
All right.
Not tonight.
I'm gonna go.
- We're gonna talk, right? - Yeah.
Not that either of us cares, but Happy Valentine's Day.
You, too.
Howdy?
I am so lonely.
I'm so completely lonely.
It's not your fault, though.
Is this voicemail or...
if you don't say anything, it's voicemail.
So anyway how's your mom?
Oh my God.
Where are you?
No, I'm... I'm alone.
And you're somewhere else,
but you called and I didn't answer because I am a jerk.
Read me a poem.
No, not that one.
That one's not sad enough.
It has to be a sad one because I am really sad.
And I know I can tell you that but it's also true.
I mean I had wine with dinner.
I gotta go.
You.
Come in. Come in.
What's going on?
I'm hanging out and I'm really happy to see you.
You've been drinking?
I can't move in with you.
I'm terrified and alone and I can't.
Maybe you should sit down. Sit down.
I'm going to bed though. Will you come with me?
Is there any way I'm gonna get an answer about why you ignored me all day and got drunk alone?
I was...
there was...
I lie and I'm a bad person.
Why don't I escort you to bed?
Escort service.
Goodnight. Sleep well.
You're not staying?
No. Goodnight.
You should stay.
What are you doing?
Waiting for you, I guess.
I'm here.
Yeah?
I know we've been off for a while now.
You want to go inside?
I like it out here.
All right.
I want to start by saying I've changed.
We've been doing this thing for a while where it's like, I don't know,
neither of us want to let our guard down and I'm... I'm past it, it's stupid.
Let's go inside.
George, what the fuck?
You should never let your guard down.
What do you mean?
Doesn't matter why it happened or how it happened but I got used to...
...not having you around.
I'm sorry, you're saying...
That this thing of ours, it's not a thing to me anymore.
No, please, don't.
Please don't say that.
I'm... I've changed. I'm ready to commit, to be a consistent person for you.
Since when?
Last week. I don't really remember.
Why didn't you tell me last week?
I was busy.
There's nothing I can do.
You're being really final about this.
- It's how I feel. - You're not doing this.
I am.
So you're telling me that it has nothing to do with anything I did
and at some point you just decided you were done?
- So you're saying... - Like I said, the details don't matter.
- They do. They do matter though, George. - Why?
Please. Please don't do this. I can move in, we can...
we can get married, it could be here.
This is the right thing. This is what I'm doing.
Nothing means anything anymore.
- Wait. - What?
Say what you want to say, I'm listening.
I'm here.
I'm listening to you.
So you can say whatever you want.
Can I help you?
No, that's okay. Thank you.
Jesus.
Hello, you've reached Anton's voicemail.
I'm currently traveling, so I probably won't hear any message you leave.
Hello.
I told you not to smoke and I told you not to eat ice cream.
I remember.
Something I've learned though is that even though those things are dangerous,
there's nothing more dangerous than falling in love.
What?
Never fall in love and never try to do the right thing.
I have to go.
Remember what I said.