"She and I..." "Oh, actually..." "Hey, James." "Speak of the devil." "Hold on." "Hey." "Yeah, I gotta go." "I know." "All right, I'll deal with that tomorrow." "Yeah." "Okay." "Bye." "Hey, Syd." "I'm making cocktails." "Onions or olives?" "Olives!" "Sorry I'm late." "We had a lot of submissions." "You're still doing those?" "I thought they were getting a new intern." "They are." "They're being selective." "About an intern?" "Mm-hmm." "They're being selective about an intern and you're still working on that? I think their priorities are really fucked up, you know?" "No one made me stay." "I know they didn't make you." "That's not what I meant." "Yeah?" "You sound like you meant that." "No, I just..." "If they made you an editor, they shouldn't keep treating you like an intern, that's all." "I think it's degrading." "Tsk." "Assistant editor." "Okay." "Assistant editor." "Comeon, Syd." "I'm sticking up for you." "Why?" "I'm not being bullied by anyone... except you." "Good book?" "Yeah, it's really intense." "Hey, that's great they promoted you." "Congratulations." "Thanks." "Are you assisting Dominique too?" "No, I'm not really assisting anyone." "I'm the assistant editor." "Oh, that's great." "I guess that's why they gave you an offce." "Yeah." "Did my faxes come through?" "Oh, yeah." "Thanks." "Sorry." "How'd you get that job?" "I mean, what did you have todo to get it?" "What did I have to do to get my job?" "No, I mean like... what was your background, what was your major?" "Uh, critical theory." "Really, that's a major?" "Yeah, it's like cultural studies or semiotics." "Philosophy, you know?" "Foucault, Derrida, Kristava, whatever?" "Oh, pretty cerebral, huh?" "No, it's actually really interesting." "You'd probably really like it." "You think?" "Yeah." "What are you reading?" "Dostoevsky." "That is cerebral." "Yeah, well, I'm not sure I'm really getting it." "Debbie, no calls, we're in a meeting." "No problem." "Morning." "Morning." "Did you reconfrm Dieter?" "I'm just on to that." "I have some errands for you too." "Okay." "Proofs come back?" "Uh, they should be here by 3:00." "Are these Dieter's?" "Yeah, they just came in." "That's brilliant." "I know." "The tone's great." "I got you your scone and Earl Grey." "Oh, did you?" "Thank you." "I'd to like to have all the prints before his meeting." "Okay, I'll get on to that now." "Mmm." "Thanks." "Excuse me?" "There's a line forming out here." "I'll be right with you, lady." "Greta!" "Oh God, I'm sorry." "No, sorry to hold you up." "No, really, I'm so sorry." "I..." "Did you fnish?" "Yeah." "All done." "How've you been?" "Good." "Everything's great." "Good, good." "Great." "How are you?" "Great." "Great." "Got a MacArthur last week." "Oh, yeah." "That's a genius thing, right?" "Ah, that's what they call it, but you know," "I think it's really more a good opportunity for a writer to keep working." "It's free now." "I saw that native lady." "What's her name?" "I always forget." "White Cloud?" "White Hawk." "Yeah, her." "She got some genius award." "What is that, half a million?" "Gonna eat?" "They should give you one of those awards." "Mm-hmm." "You're a genius." "You're fucking brilliant." "Thought you weren't gonna bring that tonight." "What?" "Really." "I was talking to White Cloud." "Woo-woo." "[Laughs]" "She was chewing my ear off about her award." "Was she?" "Really." "It was sickening, the way she was going on about it." "Really." "I can't stand that." "You know, Fassbinder always told me, the ugliest quality in a woman is vanity." "Vanity." "It really is." "I don't care if she's disabled." "Hey, James?" "Yeah?" "You know this crack in the ceiling?" "Yeah?" "It's leaking." "Do you want me to try, Boris?" "I think so." "Domino." "That's me." "Arnie, you're cheating." "I'm not cheating, 'cause you're not paying attention, because if you count up the outsides, you'd know if I..." "I think you should go to the boneyard." "I put my five." "What?" "Wait a minute..." "For cryin' out..." "Honey, you're not listening." "You're not, um, focusing, because if you..." "Are you guys gonna play?" "I put my five." "Luce, did you understand the directions?" "Cause I've explained it..." "Can you..." "Is it like a language barrier?" "I don't have this problem with Xander." "This is ridiculous." "Could you explain to her..." "Xander's a guy." "We're girls." "Yeah, that's why I'm saying, why don't you explain it to her?" "Is Delia coming over?" "I didn't talk to her." "How come Delia won't go out with me?" "Because you broke up." "That was a long time ago." "Hi." "Are you running a bath?" "No." "Are you?" "No, I'm sorry." "I live right under you... and our ceiling's leaking." "Did you call, um, Boris?" "Yeah." "He's not answering." "Did you call a plumber?" "Well, I didn't really want to." "It was so late, it's really expensive, and..." "It's probably just your drains or pipe or something." "I mean, you live right on top of us." "Yeah, I wish I knew what to tell you, but no one here's taken a bath recently." "Right." "Find anything interesting?" "There's some water under here, but I can't tell exactly where it's coming from." "Do you have a rag?" "Or some tape..." "like some duct tape?" "I might." "I'll look." "Who's that?" "She has a leak downstairs." "She's trying to fix it." "She's cute." "You want to try this?" "Who's the photographer?" "Oh, I took that." "It's a great picture." "Thanks." "The composition is so skillful, but it seems really spontaneous, almost like a snapshot." "I think it was a snapshot." "Yeah?" "That's what's so great about it." "It has this amazing symmetry to it." "It's really old." "It's really great." "It still seems really contemporary." "Did you take all these pictures?" "Um, I think so." "Mostly." "Did you take the ones in the other room?" "Yeah." "Over the years." "Do you ever publish them or show?" "Is that, like, what you do?" "No." "I did a long time ago, but not anymore." "Who is this woman?" "She seems really intense." "Her name's Greta." "Luce, who's your friend?" "Um, sorry." "What's your name?" "Syd." "Right." "Syd." "Uh, Arnie, Joan, Greta." "Syd." "Hey." "Did you get that leak fixed?" "I tried." "We'll have to see what happens." "Let us know." "Okay." "I will." "Okay." "See ya later." "Yeah." "See ya later." "See you." "That woman upstairs is a photographer." "Yeah?" "What kind of photographer?" "Portraits mostly." "Really." "What's, uh..." "What's hername?" "Lucy." "Lucy?" "Yeah." "Lucy." "Good morning." "Hey." "Do you have any aspirin?" "Uh, I think so." "They were out of scones." "That would help." "Thanks for the tea." "Sure." "Harry, I was wondering if I could ask you something." "Is it personal?" "No." "Um, look, if this is a bad time..." "I can talk to you about it later." "You're here now." "What is it?" "Well, it's just that I met..." "I mean I know this amazing photographer, and I just thought that..." "What's his name?" "Lucy Krauss or Berli, or something." "Never heard of her." "Who's she with?" "Uh, I'm not sure exactly." "Does she show?" "Oh, yeah, she's definitely shown." "She does excellent work, Harry." "It's mostly portraiture, but it's almost documentary." "It's..." "No, it's more intimate than that." "And her lighting has this ethereal quality to it." "It's kind of like a subverted realism." "Okay, well, let me know when she shows." "Okay." "I think you'd really like her work, Harry." "I mean, you may want to consider her..." "I wouldn't consider her foranything without knowing who she is." "I wasn't saying that you would want to consider her without knowing who she is." "Bring something in." "Has she done a book?" "I think so." "Okay." "Bring her book." "Okay." "I'll defnitely bring he rbook for you." "Brilliant." "Can't wait." "I need you to call these people." "It's delicious." "Did you make it?" "No, I bought it." "Delicious." "Ma, your American Express bill is huge." "What did you buy at Bendel's?" "It's over there in the bag." "And I think they're in your size." "Ma, you didn't spend six thousand on this." "What, youdon't like them?" "Try them on." "Come on." "What else did you buy?" "I don't know." "I don't remember." "How can you not remember, Ma?" "You spent six thousand dollars." "What does it matter?" "Nothing gives me pleasure anymore anyway." "You just..." "You need to start keeping track of these little things." "I'm almost gone." "Don't I deserve a little pleasure?" "Of course you do." "What does it matter anyway?" "You have yours." "You get mine when I go." "I'm not worried about it." "So?" "So, what did Dr. Argold say?" "He said it's a miracle I'm not dead yet." "Come on, Ma." "How's the medication working?" "Are you still with the German?" "Greta." "The German's name is Greta." "God forbid in my time... my mother would let me be with a girl, let alone a German." "Well, it's not your time." "Jew haters, all of them." "Baruch hashem we got out before." "Yeah, with your money." "Don't be irreverent." "I'm gonna take some pictures, okay?" "Of what?" "Of me?" "Yeah, Ma, I want to take pictures of you." "Why do you want to take pictures of me again?" "You don't want to talk?" "I'm telling you something important." "You talk while I shoot." "I'm listening." "I told you, Lucy." "It's your obligation." "Who else is left to keep the name?" "They're gone." "Everyone's gone." "I don't know why you stopped pushing." "Ma, you know why I stopped." "Don't start with this again." "Ah, you're too passive." "You were always passive." "Gifted and passive." "Okay, big deal, I'm passive." "That's the way it is." "Yeah." "Can we just enjoy the morning?" "He promised me that part and then he gave it to Hannah." "If he hadn't died frst." "No, it was right after Berlin Alexanderplatz." "Yes." "I don't remember." "I don't want to talk about this anymore." "Why don't you just come over?" "Yeah, just come over." "She talks too much." "Arnie, right?" "Right?" "Possibly." "They're not staying all night." "Hey." "Sorry to bug you again." "Is it still leaking?" "Well, it's definitely better, but it's still dripping, kinda, so..." "I thought we could try this." "You know, I can pay for a plumber." "It's really not a big deal." "No, um," "I think this'll do it." "Yeah." "Is that Greta?" "Hey, sweetie." "Ooh, Greta." "You look so sexy." "Look at this bra." "You waiting for us?" "Eat me." "Yo, Greta..." "You have to take it in the bedroom." "That girl's here again." "Who?" "What girl?" "The chick with the leak." "Oh." "Really, it ties into Barthes' whole conception of photographic ecstasy." "The way he explores temporality and memory and meaning..." "I mean, I know it sounds really dry in the text, but when I'm looking at your pictures, I really feel like I understand it." "I don't know." "Do you know what I mean?" "I think so." "Am I going off?" "No." "No, not at all." "I haven't been deconstructed in a long time." "Yeah, I bet you hate that." "I don't hate it at all." "What about you, Syd?" "Are you a photographer?" "No, I'm not a photographer." "Just a connoisseur." "Well, no, I'm an editor." "I mean, I'm an assistant editor at Frame." "Go into the bedroom." "Why?" "The neighbor girl's here." "That's exciting." "Hey." "You remember Syd." "Of course." "How could I forget Syd?" "Hey." "Hey." "Excuse me." "Sit down." "Get you a beer." "I'm Greta." "I live for Lucy." "I mean, I live here with Lucy." "Syd." "You want one?" "Sure." "That's a great picture." "Thanks." "All these pictures are great." "Do you have a book?" "What kind of book?" "Of your work..." "like a monograph or a catalog or something." "Nothing recent." "You've never seen her book?" "No." "That book's really old." "Really." "This is a great reproduction." "Yeah, you know, actually we've been trying to get her out of retirement." "Haven't we, Liebchen? Hey." "Hey, man." "Greta around?" "She's in the bedroom." "Do you think I could borrow this book?" "You can have it." "No, no." "I'll definitely return it." "No, you take it." "Seriously, I don't need it." "We really love these." "They're modern, sexy, classic..." "Um..." "I don't think they're classic, really." "Transcendent, not classic." "Same thing, really." "Sorry to interrupt." "Just brought you your sandwiches." "Thanks." "We're starved." "I think we spoke." "I'm Dieter." "Hey." "Um, Syd." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I thought you 2 had met." "What did she get?" "Um, tuna, some kind of veggie..." "What's the book?" "Oh, this is Lucy Berliner." "I just brought it in for Harry to look at." "I love Lucy Berliner." "Where did you get this book?" "She gave it to me." "She gave it to you?" "Well, I borrowed it from her." "What's the book?" "It's Lucy Berliner, the photographer I was talking to you about." "You don't know Lucy Berliner?" "Oh, right." "Of course, Lucy Berliner." "I thought she was living in Berlin." "No, she's definitely here." "Is she working again?" "She never stopped working." "I can't believe that." "She was so belligerent when she left New York." "Right." "I remember that." "I mean, the real"fuck you" to everyone who helped hercome up." "You know, that was it." "No explanations, nothing." "How do you know her?" "We're neighbors." "When did she get back?" "Uh, recently, I think." "Why didn't we know about this?" "We should have been on top of this." "Who else knows?" "I knew about it." "I set up a meeting." "Did she get back about Thursday?" "Thursday?" "Lunch on Thursday." "Oh." "No, not yet." "Well, you better follow upon that." "So, the show is at 10:30." "And I told Ted that we would meet him at the bar before." "Shit." "I forgot about that." "Uh..." "I really need to talk to her tonight." "It's okay." "Why don't you call her up?" "Um, no, I need to talk to her in person." "Okay, so then I'll wait for you." "No, it's fine." "You go." "Um, don't worry about it." "Happy Birthday!" "Thank you." "I'm gonna make a run." "Luce, you got any?" "'Cause..." "Yeah, in the bag." "Did he say he's making a run?" "I think, yeah." "He better be." "I'll bring change." "Whatever." "All right." "Happy birthday, bro." "Thank you." "And don't go getting lost, man." "We're havin' a party." "Who else is coming to the party?" "Noone." "Hey, looky here." "How much do we love you, baby?" "Zoe!" "Something from Siberia." "Here you go, baby." "Ooh, such a big box for an old man." "You don't think I'm old, do you?" "I don't think you're old, Arnie." "Oh." "An animal." "It won't bite." "It has flaps." "Looks good." "It's so dead." "Arn, I didn't realize you had such a skinny head." "He's a lean man, baby." "Defnitely big." "Hey, that's not what she said." "Norton can tell you that." "That's not what I heard." "But it's your birthday." "Joan." "Yeah." "I might go to Berlin next week." "That director keeps calling me and I said that I might come." "You want me to come with you?" "Gimme." "I don't think you should go." "They're putting the wall back up." "I like the way the wall is." "No, but Joan, maybe you could come with me." "You're gonna take 'em both?" "Oh, Luce will come." "She loves Berlin." "I don't know know." "But maybe Joan would come with me." "I wonder if you would come with me." "You know, or stay home." "I don't know." "What the hell are we supposed to do?" "Syd." "I'd need you to help me." "You just stay home." "I'll stay home with you." "I'll play with myself." "We'll be here." "I'll play with you... maybe." "Doing okay?" "Yeah." "I don't know." "Maybe I'll just go to China." "I like China." "We had fabulous opium there." "Didn't we, Luce?" "Baby?" "Hmm?" "Are you fucked up?" "Hmm?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" "Mmm, kinda fucked up." "Yeah." "You seem kind of..." "fucked up." "You want me to stop?" "No!" "Not necessarily." "Hey." "Are you sick?" "I don't know." "Is it the tequila? I did a line of heroin." "I don't think I'm used to it." "Oh." "It's, uh, sweet." "I mean..." "What's..." "What's that about, Syd?" "I just did a line, that's all." "No, I mean, is that what's so fascinating upstairs?" "I mean, is that what that photography woman is into?" "It was only a line, James." "Oh." "What, am I being uptight?" "Mm-hmm." "You are, kind of." "Yeah." "Dominique Peugeot wants you to do a piece for the next issue." "Dominique Peugeot was the receptionist at Interview." "Yeah, but she's the executive editor at Frame now." "She really wants you to do a piece... probably the cover." "Wow." "She really climbed up." "This is what I was talking to you about the other night." "They really want to meet with you." "They want to take you to lunch on Thursday." "I appreciate it, but I don't do that anymore." "Don't do what?" "Industry work." "Well, it's not industry work." "I mean, it's not like an assignment..." "you can do whatever you want." "Can I take pictures of you?" "Right now?" "No." "I feel like shit right now." "I'm kinda wrecked." "You look really sexy, actually." "I stopped working commercially 10 years ago." "It was kind of a mental-health decision." "Actually, no." "It wasn't a decision." "I just made it impossible for myself to continue." "Impossible?" "How?" "I mean, what did you do?" "I stopped showing up." "For what?" "I mean, why?" "I don't know why, exactly." "I mean, why do people fuck up?" "It just seemed sort of punk at the time." "I don't understand that exactly." "I don't really know how to explain it to you, Syd." "There just stopped being a line between me and work." "People were glomming on to something I was doing then, and I just... got trapped." "I mean, I loved the attention but I just couldn't handle the impact." "I felt sort of pigeon holed... um, sort of like I couldn't breathe anymore." "Does that make sense?" "Yeah." "The people at Frame think you're an amazing photographer." "They just want to see you work again." "I don't think that they want to trap you." "I think they want to support you." "So, it's just this one woman underwater and your mother?" "Right." "That's what I'm doing now." "And who's the woman?" "Greta Krauss." "She's a German actress." "I've actually done a lot of work with her." "You done with that one?" "Just a second." "Could we have some more water, please?" "Right." "I'm sorry, are they portraits?" "Right." "Underwater portraits." "I have to say, Lucy, I love your older work." "I find the realism incredibly honest." "Lucy, I think your work has a certain allure right now... a cultural currency that we'd like to explore with you." "Acultural currency." "Acertain cachet." "If I can interrupt, Lucy, I think Dominique is saying... that the public can appreciate the rigor of your work now... the intimacy and desolation of your subjects." "Lucy, we'd like to offer you the fall cover." "We think the best way to bridge the gap..." "Well, to reintroduce..." "Right, reintroduce you publicly, is to revisit some of your older themes." "We are thinking o fan essay, Lucy, rather free-form... sort of an examination of your friends and your life." "You'd like me to examine my life." "We'd like you to go back to the place where you left off." "I know deadlines are a horrible sort of nuisance... but we would need to move on this immediately." "Right." "Well, let me think about it." "We're usually not solicitous, Lucy." "I mean, we receive thousands of submissions a year." "But we'll putsome very promising photographers on hold for you." "You know, it's flattering." "And it sounds interesting." "Um, but, I really have to see about my other obligations." "Well, we would need a commitment from you today." "Otherwise, we'd have to give the space to another photographer." "It's just that close, unfortunately." "It's really yours to define, Lucy." "I mean, I hope we've impressed that on you." "This is not an assignment." "Of course, we'll help yous hape it and select images." "But we really need to know now." "Okay." "I want to work with Syd on it." "Brilliant." "Syd's in the offce every day." "She's involved in all of our projects." "I mean, she can certainly give some feedback." "We always encourage that from her." "No, I want Syd to be my editor." "So, did you get a raise?" "It's not about a raise." "What do you think of this shirt?" "Is it too tight?" "No." "No?" "I think it's sexy." "How 'bout this color?" "You like the color?" "I like it." "Yeah?" "I don't want to stay too long, okay?" "Okay." "Really." "Yeah." "Syd mentioned to me that you were retired?" "Yeah, I stopped working for a few years." "What, um..." "What made you decide to get started again?" "I don't know." "It just seemed like the right thing to do." "Excuse me." "It was nice meeting you." "Yeah, you too." "I'm gonna feel so fuckin' good in about one fuckin' second." "I thought that was for me, Arnie." "No." "That was defnitely for me." "That's for you." "You're such a gentleman, Arnie." "You guys are so glamorous." "Yeah." "Hey, it's Syd." "Come in." "Come in." "Shut the door." "Cocktail?" "Thanks." "Did Lucy tell you about our meeting?" "What meeting?" "Lucy's doing a piece for Frame." "What is "a piece for Frame"?" "I'm shooting something for Syd's magazine." "It's not just something..." "it's the cover." "That's fabulous." "Did you orchestrate that, Syd?" "Uh, I didn't really orchestrate it." "Yeah, I brought Lucy into Frame." "That's really great, Luce." "You got yourself a cover." "Good for fucking you." "I feel good about it." "You should feel great." "That's fuckin' great." "We should celebrate that." "Are you coming?" "In a second." "See you out there." "Be right out." "You wanna stop by Victor's?" "Sure, wait." "Z, this is James, Syd's boyfriend." "Hey, Zoe." "James." "Nice to meet you." "I didn't know Syd had a boyfriend." "Yeah." "I didn't know either." "Yeah, it was really good." "Like I completely loved it." "But the only thing was..." "Hey, excuse me." "Have you seen Syd?" "Syd, the woman you were talking to in the corner?" "Oh, yeah." "She's in the bedroom with Lucy." "No, that's... a wonderful thing about you... your ambition, your focus." "Your drive." "I really love having that around me again." "I didn't know how much I missed it." "I can't believe you asked them about me being the editor." "Why?" "I don't know." "I just didn't expect it." "I mean, they didn't expect it." "It's what you want, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Okay, Lucy?" "What?" "Greta's out." "Arnie, what?" "Where's Greta?" "Lucy, in the bathroom..." "Greta's fuckin' out!" "Fuck!" "What the fuck are you doing to her?" "What does it look like?" "Trying to wake her the fuck up!" "Arnie?" "Okay, can you..." "can you move?" "Gimme the, uh, saline solution." "Goddamn it!" "Agh!" "Watch her tongue." "I know what I'm doing!" "Get your fuckin'..." "Jesus!" "C'mon, Greta, breathe." "C'mon, Greta, wake up!" "Yeah, we'll be right out!" "She's breathing!" "Oh, thank God." "Who put me in that fucking ice?" "Should I get her a blanket or something?" "What the fuck is she doing here?" "Get her the fuck out of here." "Okay." "Get her the fuck out." "It's all right." "It's all right." "Fuck you, Lucy!" "Syd, would you... just leave!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Oh, Arnie." "Sweetie?" "Greta?" "Your clothes are wet." "I had to help someone out of the bath." "You took a bath with Lucy?" "No." "Where were you?" "Where was I?" "I didn'tsee you leave." "Yeah, that's 'cause you were in the bedroom with Lucy." "How's the Berliner piece coming?" "Good." "She's been working really hard on it." "Good." "We need her elements immediately." "Yeah, she's almost there." "You know we pushed Dieter Shulte off the cover for her." "No, I didn't realize that." "Well, we did, and it was incredibly difficult for him." "I'm sure." "I'm really expecting something outstanding from this." "Definitely, Dominique." "You won't regret this." "Wonderful." "Thank you." "I'm telling Arnie to stay away." "The smell of these eggs is disgusting." "You know, you have a good time, and then it just turns into the same old shit." "And I can't do it again." "We had a bad bag or something." "I don't know what happened." "You know, fuck the bad bag story, Greta." "Okay?" "Just fuck it!" "I had the same shit and it wasn't bad." "Then why are you going off on me?" "Because you don't know when to stop, G." "You have no limits!" "You get a really clean bag, and you keep kicking it back till you go unconscious!" "Tell that Syd to stop coming around." "She's a little sycophant." "A sycophant?" "What is that?" "I don't know what that is." "You know what that is." "She's a bootlicker, a parasite." "She saved your fuckin' life." "Joan threw me in that tub, and I wasn't dying anyway." "When I came into that room, you weren't breathing." "She's sucking you off." "You're so wrapped up in her, you can't even see it." "She comes in here, all cocky and eager..." "She doesn't know shit about us." "She's a fucking teenager." "Greta, would you just..." "would you eat that, please?" "I don't like you." "If that's Arnie and Joan, I'm sending them away." "I don't like you." "I don't like you." "Hey." "Um, I brought some food." "Is she... okay?" "I'm really sorry I yelled at you last night." "I shouldn't have done that." "Hey, it's okay." "I just lost it for a minute." "Really." "It's okay." "I'm sorry that happened." "Yeah, so am I." "I..." "I know this is a bad time, but... we really need to get something in to them." "Yeah, I know." "Have you been planning it out?" "Uh, no." "I haven't been planning it out." "I haven't been thinking too clearly." "Okay." "Well, maybe I could help you." "I mean, maybe we could get a room at the Chelsea, and you could shoot portraits..." "or Coney Island." "I mean, that's even easier." "Or here." "I mean, we could set it up here." "Yeah." "I don't work that way, Syd." "I don't set things up." "Well, maybe you'll have to set things up for this." "I mean, we really have to get something in to them." "I think I need to get out of town right now." "Now." "I mean, when?" "I mean, Lucy, we have a deadline." "Okay?" "It's not flexible." "I mean, we can't fuck this up." "I mean, I can't fuck this up." "Hey, we'll get something in to them." "Trust me, okay?" "I'll get it done." "Okay." "I'm sorry." "I'm just..." "Don't be sorry." "Just come with me." "I'm going away..." "I want to figure... this out." "You go." "No, you." "Lucy asked me to go upstate with her this weekend." "She's been kinda distraught... and we need to do this piece." "I can't be here if you're fucking the photographer." "I haven't slept with Lucy." "Are you working up to it?" "I don't know." "Well, I think you have to start knowing." "I guess you're... you're really at the center of it all now, aren't you?" "You got your power job, you got your hipster friends." "And all that access..." "I mean, it's the real shit." "This is just what you wanted." "That's what you think, isn't it?" "Yeah, it's what it seems like." "Yeah." "Well, if you weren't so fixated on that, then you might..." "Fixated on what?" "On putting me in a box." "On pigeonholing me." "Because I can't fuckin' breathe." "What the fuck does that mean?" "It means that no matter what I do, you can't stop telling me it's wrong." "I mean, I'm trying to get somewhere." "All I get from you are these slurs about my job and the people that I've met, and how pretentious and meaningless and idiotic it is, and..." "You know what?" "It's not meaningless to me." "This is what I care about." "I mean, what do you care about, James?" "I mean really... what? You know, this restaurant has a policy about sleeping in here." "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry." "She's just exhausted." "I understand." "But I'm going to have to ask you to leave... if she falls asleep again." "Sure." "I'm really sorry." "I can't do this anymore." "What?" "You want to break up with me again?" "Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk." "G..." "I want to help you get over this." "Sleep with Syd if you want." "I can't tell you what to do." "G, listen to me." "She's such a poseur, with her stupid-ass magazine." "I don't know what you see in her." "You're not listening to me." "I can't wait around and keep talking about when you're gonna change." "You need some help, G." "Look at yourself, Lucy." "Is this yours?" "It's my mother's." "The light's so nice around here." "It is." "It's sexy." "Kinda lures you, and then it goes." "Yeah." "I didn't know you were bringing that." "I wanted to get high with you." "I don't think I want to this weekend." "No?" "No." "Okay." "I mean, I don't want to do that with you all the time." "Okay." "We don't have to." "I mean, I don't want that to be our only connection." "It's not our only connection." "Well, I don't want it to become like that." "This make you feel better?" "Lucy..." "C'mon, Syd." "What is it?" "Just say it." "It's not the point, okay?" "No, no, no, Syd." "What is this?" "Is this some kind of intervention thing, is that it?" "What is the point, Syd?" "Just be an adult." "Just say it!" "That's not the point, okay?" "I don't have a point." "I'm just saying it." "I just don't want to be with you like that right now." "So basically she left him when I was 12, and we moved back here... and he stayed there... in his house, on top of a hill." "In Tasmania." "In Tasmania." "That's right." "What does he do on his hill?" "I don't know." "He's very mysterious." "He writes letters." "So who gave you the ring?" "Your boyfriend?" "No." "No, my grandmother gave me this ring." "It's beautiful." "Thank you." "Come on." "This is intense." "Is it?" "I'm not usually like this." "Like what?" "Nervous." "You okay?" "Yeah." "You sure?" "Yeah." "It's just you look so serious." "I look serious?" "Yeah." "I mean, I'm kinda hot." "That's kinda serious." "It's hot in here." "No." "You're hot." "What should I do to you?" "Whatever you want to do to me." "I don't really know what I'm doing." "You're doing fine." "Should I pinch you or bite you or something?" "If you want to." "Is that hard enough?" "Is that soft enough?" "You okay?" "Yeah." "Who's serious now?" "I know." "I'm sorry." "Is this weird for you?" "No." "What?" "Tell me." "I don't know." "I think I'm kind of in love with you." "Lucy, I'm sleeping." "No, you're not." "Get back here." "I will." "Wait." "Est-ce que tu voudrais queje poser pour toi?" "No." "Where are you going?" "I'm coming in." "Just a minute." "Did you go alone?" "No." "I went with a friend." "Who?" "The German?" "No, it was another friend." "Syd." "Syd." "That's a man's name." "Yeah." "Well, she's definitely not a man." "Is she Jewish?" "I don't know, Ma." "Oh, well." "I'm not going to be able to come by for a while." "What happened?" "What did I do?" "I didn't give you enough?" "What?" "No." "No, no, no!" "You've given me more than enough... plenty." "So why can't you come?" "I have a..." "I have a small problem I have to take care of." "What kind of problem?" "What did you do?" "Is it the German?" "Would you stop with that?" "The German... it's Greta, Mother." "It's Greta!" "What did she do to you?" "Nothing." "I did it to myself." "What did you do to yourself?" "Come on." "Tell me." "What kind of problem?" "I don't know if..." "It's not really a problem." "It's more of an issue." "You just said a problem." "Is it a problem?" "Now it's an issue." "Is it a problem or an issue?" "Both." "Oh." "I have a... a love issue... and a drug problem." "Or maybe I have a love problem and a drug issue." "I don't know." "God forbid." "I can't help you with that." "I know that." "I just wanted to tell you." "Would you excuse me, please?" "Don't walk away from me, Ma." "You alone?" "Yeah." "I missed you." "I missed you too." "Did you talk to her?" "Yeah." "I did." "Did you talk to James?" "Nope." "He won't return my calls." "I got a room at the Chelsea." "I thought, if you shoot tonight, we can rush it through Dugall." "Yeah, I have to talk to you about that." "Um, I need to go back upstate right now." "What are you..." "What are you talking about..." "right now?" "It's, like, all set up." "I'm leaving tonight." "That's insane, Lucy." "You can't do that." "Syd..." "No, what is this?" "What is this?" "Are you mad at me?" "Is this about the weekend?" "Did Greta say something to you?" "Yeah, it is about the weekend." "And Greta." "And everything." "I can't... function like this." "You know?" "I mean, I can't..." "I can't deal with you being down here... and the way things are upstairs." "Do you know what I'm saying?" "I have to change the situation." "I don't want to wait anymore." "I mean, I can't." "These are for you." "They're of our weekend." "Thanks." "I want you to use them." "What do you mean you want me to use them?" "I'm in them." "I'm in all of them." "Is that too hard foryou?" "No, no." "It's fne." "I'm just naked in them." "Well, they wanted me to examine my life, right?" "Yeah." "I mean, this is it." "It's about you right now." "I'm thinking about you." "Anyway, you look gorgeous." "What about the pictures of Greta?" "I mean, those are beautiful images." "That's what you were doing before." "That's what you want?" "These are really beautiful." "This one would make a wonderful cover." "This would be better." "I really had an instinct about this." "How did I know she was gonna do this?" "I thought we were very direct with her." "I literally spelled it out." "There's absolutely no context here." "Nothing." "It's completely flat." "This is a nightmare." "She waited till the last fucking minute, and this is what we get." "These are beautiful images." "I mean, the subject is different, but the quality of the work is..." "Syd, Lucy Berliner has been invisible for ten years." "The public has a five-year memory, and that's it." "Syd, if a best-selling crime writer disappeared for ten years... and came back peddling love poems, how do you think he would do?" "Really well, probably." "It's a business, Syd." "I don't want to do it." "I'm calling Dieter Shulte." "You can't do that, Dominique." "You had an arrangement with Lucy." "I have every right to do that." "I'll see you at my offce." "Call Dieter Shulte." "Fuck." "I need to talk to you about Lucy Berliner." "Let's just move forward, Syd." "I want you to look at these pictures." "I think that they're more of what you wanted." "Syd, we're practically at press." "Look, I realize that this is late, but this is her piece..." "this is what she wanted to use." "I would like you to at least consider it." "Why didn't you bring these before?" "I didn't think it was appropriate." "Did you stage these?" "No." "I mean, is this some kind of critique?" "You're her editor." "No, it's not a critique, it's just what happened." "It's just what happened?" "Well, I didn't realize that she wanted to use these when she shot them." "I'm confused, Syd." "Are you her sitter?" "No, I'm not her sitter... not formally." "I mean, no, I'm not in general." "Are you her lover?" "Yeah." "Joan's gonna keep score and we're gonna start over." "Joan's gonna keep score?" "I want to keep score." "Hey!" "What are you doing here?" "Am I interrupting something?" "Not at all..." "you live here." "Where's Greta?" "She went to get cereal." "She'll be right back." "We thought you were staying longer." "When did you get here?" "Right now." "What are you doing here?" "I live here." "Why didn't you call?" "One of us has to go, Greta." "Maybe I could just stay at Joan's for a few nights." "That's not what I'm talking about." "I want you to keep your account." "I don't want your money." "Well, I'm not just gonna abandon you, G. I wouldn't do that." "What are you doing then?" "I mean, you just kicked me out, didn't you?" "What am I supposed to do now?" "Just get on a plane?" "Just go back?" "No, you don't have to go back." "I understand... your life is here." "No, it's not." "I don't have a life here." "I came here to be with you, so that you could have a life here." "I had everything in Berlin." "I had a great career." "Gret..." "Greta, Fassbinder's dead, okay?" "You didn't have a career after that." "You are so spoiled." "You are spoiled and selfish, and you think the whole fucking world revolves around you!" "You're a dilettante, Lucy." "That's what you are." "You never worked for anything!" "Girls, you wanna come get something to eat?" "No, go on, Joan." "I'll wait for you ladies." "Enjoy your fight." "I'll be right here when you're done." "I didn't mean to say that." "I really didn't." "I wanted to be with you." "I love you." "I didn't mean to say those things." "What am I supposed to do now, G?" "I don't know anymore." "Just... be with me tonight." "I'm here, G. I'm with you." "I need you... at my level." "It's not going to change anything." "I know it won't." "I just need to be close to you right now." "Do you have anything?" "I don't know." "I don't remember." "Where?" "In there." "Is this Arnie's?" "Yeah." "I can't believe you still have this." "I told you I wasn't doing it anymore." "I thought you were lying." "Where'd you think I'd been all week?" "With the teenager." "Arnie?" "Open the door." "Open the fuckin' door." "Hey!" "Why are you in here?" "Hey." "Arnie." "Are you okay?" "Where's Lucy?" "Um," "she died this morning." "That is a... a really fucked-up thing to say to me." "You don't know shit about me and Lucy, and I don't know what Greta has been telling you, but she is fucking gone." "Just stop it, okay?" "No!" "You don't understand." "It doesn't fuckin' matter!" "Oh, hey." "The issue came back." "Great work, Syd." "Thanks." "Great work, Syd." "It looks wonderful." "Every setting sun" "And every mother's daughter" "Is wanted" "Though I know we be" "But dust" "No, I never lost her" "To one" "Though I never cared" "Ooh, what good is the night to me" "'Cause no one wants to play with me" "You'll find a letter waking up" "Right here" "Any medicine" "For curing' hungry lovers" "Though she'd never weep" "My wife" "No one ever taught her" "Though I never cared" "Ooh, what good does the night to me" "Who never wants to play with me" "And don't find the letters waking' up" "Right here" "Oh, you leave me here" "What good is the light to me" "When lights tend to fall" "She might be waking up" "Right"