looking for sympathy,
you've come to the wrong place.
I'm...
I don't do sympathy.
Uh-huh.
Hey...
Whatever.
- Thanks for the ride.
- Okay. Take care.
Oh, God.
- Hi.
- Hi.
It's nothing personal, but,
uh, you got to go.
I just...
I don't want to wake up
in the morning and have you here, so
- Like I said, it's nothing personal.
- Okay.
Will I see you again?
You can't much miss me.
What's that?
The question is
will I see you again?
What are you thinking?
- I'm thinking you're going to ruin it.
- No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
Just leave it alone.
Don't try and get inside my head.
Why do we have to talk?
All right. All right,
have it your way.
- I was thinking I'm a crow.
- A crow, why a crow?
- Mm-mm.
- Your turn.
- I was wondering what it's like making love
- Fucking.
All right. What's it like
fucking an old man?
It's perfect.
No surprises.
What's it like
being out of a job?
It's lonely.
Like you, I guess.
My turn, huh?
Aside from that wreck of a car,
you don't seem to have any possessions.
No books, no pictures
Action is the enemy of thought.
All right. My life story.
Is that what you want?
Fine.
I grew up with a lot of possessions.
My father was rich.
Real rich. Lots of servants.
The whole nine yards.
Don't you believe me?
- Mm-hm, yeah, I believe you.
- Then my parents got divorced
and my mother remarried.
The thing is, this one
couldn't keep his hands off me.
Bedtime stories were his specialty.
Hey, sweetheart, let me read you a story.
Next thing you know,
fingers in me.
- You don't have to tell me this
- Hey, you asked.
Told my mother. She didn't believe me.
Nobody believed me.
When I was fourteen,
he tried to fuck me.
That's when I split.
I went to Florida.
Did a little of this and that.
I don't know. You know,
girl like me always get by.
No possessions.
Travel light.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Real nice.
- Did you hear something?
- Hear what? I don't hear anything.
- What is it? What
- No-No- No, shh.
- What could it be?
- Shhh!
- It's Les.
- Who's Les?
Oh, shit!
He's my ex-husband.
Huh?
He follows me around. I can feel him.
He's out there somewhere.
I can handle him.
I used to be a pretty good boxer.
Listen to me. I'm not kidding.
He's out of his fucking mind.
He was in Nam. He did two tours of duty.
He used to beat me up.
One time it was so bad
he put me in a coma for two days.
Hey. There's nobody there.
Did you ever kill anyone
in Vietnam, Mr. Farley?
- Did I kill anyone?
- Uh-huh.
Isn't that
what I was supposed to do
when I was sent to fucking Vietnam?
Fucking kill gooks?
They said, "Everything goes,"
so everything went.
Look, let's get something
straight right from the start.
- I never hurt her. Okay?
- Mm- hm.
Never.
And I never hurt the kids.
That was all lies.
That blue-blooded whore
Her parents are rich and she wouldn't
ask for a dime to help me with the kids
She never cared about
anybody but herself.
I should have never let her
go off with the kids.
- You sure it's all right if I smoke?
- Yeah.
She waited until I was in rehab.
That's why she wanted me
in re- hab to start with,
so she could take the kids.
She used the whole thing against me
to get the kids away.
She had no right to steal my kids.
Now she's fucking this old Jew.
I should have killed her back then.
This is nice.
I'm sorry, madam. Smoking is prohibited
in the restaurant. Thank you.
- Sorry.
- Thank you.
- I'm sorry about that.
- Oh, no, that's fine.
They seem to have banned
smoking everywhere now.
Is this okay for you?
Sure.
Coleman?
I don't know if this is
such a good idea, you know.
It's fine
It's a fine restaurant.
They specialize in
fish and all that stuff.
- Sorry I'm late.
- Oh, hi. Hi, Nathan.
This is, uh, this is Faunia.
Uh, this is my friend
Nathan Zuckerman.
- Hi.
- Nathan is a writer
a good writer,
and uh What was that
prize you almost won?
Oh, never mind, never mind.
I've been, uh, I've