Sex, Lies and Videotape
by Steven Soderbergh.
Fourth draft. 29 july 1988.

1    EXT. HIGHWAY -- DAY

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

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

2   INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

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

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

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

                    DOCTOR 
          No, I didn't.

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

                    DOCTOR
          Do you have any idea what triggered 
          this concern?

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

                    DOCTOR
          Ann, do you see a pattern here?

                    ANN 
          What do you mean?

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

                    ANN
          Yeah, so?

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

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

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

3    INT. LAW OFFICE -- DAY

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

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

John looks at his watch.

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

John presses the intercom button while putting on his jacket.

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

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

                    ANN 
               (voice over)
          Yes.

4    INT. LAW OFFICE BATHROOM -- DAY

John brushes his teeth and combs his hair very carefully.

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

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

5    INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE-DAY

                    DOCTOR
          What upsets you about that?

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

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

                    ANN 
          Yeah, I know.

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

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

6    INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

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

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

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

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

John and Cynthia are now having sex.

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

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

                    DOCTOR
               (voice over) 
          Did you do anything?

A pause.

                    ANN
               (voice over) 
          What do you mean?

                    DOCTOR
               (voice over) 
          Did you masturbate?

7    INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

                    ANN
               (taken aback) 
          God, no.

                    DOCTOR
          I take it you've never masturbated?

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

                    DOCTOR
          So it was recently that you tried 
          this.

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

There is a pause.

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

8    INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

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

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

John rolls over and begins to put his clothes on.

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

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

John shakes his head.

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

John stands and begins putting on his clothes.

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

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

                    JOHN
          Right.

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

                    JOHN
          I wish you'd quit that bartending
          job.

                    CYNTHIA
          Why?

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

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

                    JOHN
          Who said I was jealous?

                    CYNTHIA
          I did.

John says nothing.

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

John thinks about that.

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

                    JOHN
          Could be risky.

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

                    JOHN
          No, I mean doing it at my house.

                    CYNTHIA
          Afraid of getting caught?

                    JOHN
          Maybe.

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

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

                    CYNTHIA 
          I'm intrigued.

                    JOHN 
          You're intrigued?

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

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

                    JOHN
          Bye.

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Ann?

                    ANN
          Yes?

                    GRAHAM
          (extends his hand) 
          Graham Dalton.

Ann shakes his hand.

                    GRAHAM
          Can I use your bathroom?

Ann withdraws her hand.

                    ANN
          Yes. Yes, come in, please.

Graham moves inside.

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

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

                    ANN
          Straight back, first door on the 
          left.

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

                    VOICE ON PHONE 
          Forman, Brent, and Millaney.

                    ANN
          John Millaney, please. This is 
          his wife.

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

                    ANN 
          That was quick.

                    GRAHAM 
          False alarm.

                    ANN
          Oh. Well, please sit down.

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Oh, no problem. It can wait.

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

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

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

                    ANN
          Oh.

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

                    GRAHAM
          Have you ever been on television?

                    ANN
          Televison?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    ANN
          No. Why?

                    GRAHAM
               (shrugs) 
          Curious.

The central air-conditioning switches on. Ann smiles.

                    ANN
          Graham is an unusual name.

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

                    ANN 
          Oh, uh-huh.

                    GRAHAM
          Are you uncomfortable with my appearance?

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

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

                    ANN
          Well...

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

                    ANN
               (thinks) 
          No, not really.

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

                    ANN
          You play an instrument?

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

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

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

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

Ann looks at Graham and stops. He smiles again.

                    ANN
          ...free-lance. You know.

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

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

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

Ann is fascinated, if a bit overwhelmed.

                    ANN 
          Oh, uh-huh.

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

                    ANN
          You mean like "time flies"?

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

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

                    GRAHAM 
          Nine years.

                    ANN 
          Nine years?

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

                    ANN
          Why? Didn't you know him well?

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

A pause.

                    ANN
          Why'd you drop out?

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

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

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

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

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

                    JOHN
               (voice over) 
          Call the cops.

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

John, Ann and Graham are eating dinner.

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

                    ANN
               (to Graham) 
          You did that?

                    GRAHAM 
          Everybody has a past.

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

                    GRAHAM
          A bonfire, probably.

John takes a sip of Chivas.

                    GRAHAM
               (to Ann)
          This food is excellent.

                    ANN
          Thank you.

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

                    GRAHAM
               (to Ann)
          You have family here also?

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

                    GRAHAM
          Sister older or younger?

                    ANN
          Younger.

John takes a large swig of Chivas.

                    GRAHAM
          Are you close?

Graham sees Ann and John exchange looks.

                    GRAHAM
          I'm sorry. Am I prying again?

                    JOHN
          You were prying before?

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          She held up very well.

Ann laughs.

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

Ann's smile fades. John resumes eating.

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

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

An almost imperceptible reaction by Graham.

                    GRAHAM
          I don't know.

                    ANN
               (interested)
          Who's Elizabeth?

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

Graham eats in silence.

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

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

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

                    JOHN
               (laughs) 
          What do you mean?

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

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

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

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Or go someplace in a hurry.

Ann takes her plate into the kitchen.

                    JOHN
               (smiles at Graham) 
          Do you pay taxes?

Graham also stands, empty plate in hand.

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Lawyers.

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

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

Ann looks at Graham.

                    ANN 
          Would you mind?

                    GRAHAM
          No.

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

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

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

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

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

13   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

The phone rings. Cynthia answers.

                    CYNTHIA
          Hello.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          You are scum. I'll be there.

14   INT. VACANT APARTMENT-DAY

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

                    MR. MILLER
          Plenty of room for two people.

                    GRAHAM 
          It'll just be me.

                    MR. MILLER
          Student?

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

                    MR. MILLER
          Plus first and last month deposit.

                    GRAHAM
          Will you lease month-to-month?

                    MR. MILLER
          Not for three-fifty.

                    GRAHAM
          How about for five hundred?

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

                    MR. MILLER
          That I can do.

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

Cynthia lets herself in. She looks around.

                    CYNTHIA
          John?

                    JOHN
               (offscreen)
          In here!!

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Ain't you a picture.

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

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

                    GRAHAM
               (voice over)
          How do you mean?

16   INT. CAF?- DAY

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

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

She takes a sip of wine.

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

                    ANN
          I feel like they do.

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

Ann smiles.

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

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

Graham nods.

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

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

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

Graham smiles.

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

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

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

Graham watches Ann take a sip of wine.

                    GRAHAM
          So what about kids?

                    ANN
          Kids? What about them?

                    GRAHAM
          Do you want them?

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

                    GRAHAM
          Why is that?

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

Graham nods.

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

                    GRAHAM
          Do you want me to?

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

                    GRAHAM
          Agreed.

Graham takes a sip of club soda.

                    GRAHAM
          I'm impotent.

Ann looks at him closely.

                    ANN
          You're what?

                    GRAHAM
          Impotent.

                    ANN
          You are?

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

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

                    ANN
          Does it bother you?

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

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

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

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

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

                    ANN
          What?

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

                    ANN
               (thinks)
          My therapist said that--

                    GRAHAM
          You're in therapy?

                    ANN
          Aren't you?

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

                    ANN
          So you don't believe in therapy?

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

                    ANN
          Well, my therapist knows me
          intimately.

                    GRAHAM
               (surprised)
          You had sex with you therapist?

                    ANN
          Of course not.

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

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Basically, yes.

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

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

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

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

Cynthia is not wearing her diamond stud earring.

18   INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

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

                    DOCTOR
          Radon leakage?

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

                    DOCTOR
          No, I haven't.

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

                    DOCTOR
          Did you confront John about the
          visitor?

                    ANN
          What visitor?

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

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

                    DOCTOR
          Is he still at your house?

                    ANN
          No, he left last week.

                    DOCTOR
          Did you find him attractive?

                    ANN
          What do you mean, like physically?

                    DOCTOR
          Let me rephrase. Were you attracted
          to him?

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

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

19   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Ann stands watching Cynthia get dressed for work.

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

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

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

A pause.

                    CYNTHIA
          Is he? Strange, I mean?

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

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

                    ANN
          Why?

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

                    ANN
          Why, so you can go after him?

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

Ann says nothing.

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

                    ANN
          Do you have to say that?

                    CYNTHIA
          What?

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

                    CYNTHIA
          I say it because it's descriptive.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Ann, you always underestimate me.

                    ANN
          Well, I wonder why.

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

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

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

                    ANN
          I have a pretty good idea.

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

                    ANN
          He doesn't have a phone.

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

                    ANN
          But he won't.

                    CYNTHIA
          What are you talking about?

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

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

                    ANN
          Let me talk to him first.

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          And what?

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

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

                    ANN
          Lose something?

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

                    ANN
          Are you getting Mom something for
          her birthday?

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

                    ANN
          A card? For her fiftieth birthday?

                    CYNTHIA
          What's wrong with that?

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Will you stop? Jesus.

                    ANN
          I just thought it might--

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

                    ANN
          Fine.

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

20   INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

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

                    DOCTOR
          What brought this on?

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

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

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

The Doctor exhales, thinking for a moment.

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

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

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

                    ANN
          I guess.

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

                    ANN
          Yes.

                    DOCTOR
          That you are under no obligation
          to me?

                    ANN
          Yes.

                    DOCTOR
          Do you want to leave therapy?

                    ANN
          Not really.

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

                    ANN
          Yes.

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

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

The Doctor laughs. Ann does not laugh with him.

21   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          It's open.

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

                    ANN
          Hi!

                    GRAHAM
               (off)
          Ann. Hello.

                    ANN
          Are you in the middle of something?

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

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

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

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

Graham enters.

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

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

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

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

          DONNA / 11 DEC 86 / 1:07:36

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

                    ANN
          What are these?

                    GRAHAM
          Videotapes.

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

Graham exhales.

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

                    ANN
          What kind of personal project?

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

                    ANN
          Who's Donna?

                    GRAHAM
          Donna?

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

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

                    ANN
          You went out with her?

                    GRAHAM
          Not really.

Ann looks in the box again.

                    ANN
          How come all these are girl's
          names?

Graham thinks for a moment.

                    GRAHAM
          Because I enjoy interviewing women
          more than men.

                    ANN
          All of these are interviews?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    ANN
          Can we look at one?

                    GRAHAM
          No.

                    ANN
          Why not?

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

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

                    ANN
          What...what are these interviews
          about?

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

                    ANN
          About sex?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    ANN
          What about sex?

                    GRAHAM
          Everything about sex.

                    ANN
          Like what?

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

                    ANN
          You just ask them questions?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    ANN
          And they just answer them?

                    GRAHAM
          Mostly. Sometimes they do things.

                    ANN
          To you?

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          I'm sorry this came up.

                    ANN
          This is just...so...

                    GRAHAM
          Maybe you want to go.

                    ANN
          Yes, I do.

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

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

Ann is talking to Cynthia on the telephone.

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

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

                    ANN
          No, I didn't.

                    CYNTHIA
          Why not?

                    ANN
          Because I never got around to it.

                    CYNTHIA
          Well, why?

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

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

                    ANN
          No!

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

                    ANN
          No, it's nothing like that.

                    CYNTHIA
          Well, what? Is he dangerous?

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Well, what, then?

                    ANN
          I don't want to talk about it.

                    CYNTHIA
          Then why'd you call me?

                    ANN
          I don't know.

Ann hangs up.

23   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Hello.

                    JOHN
          Cynthia. John.

                    CYNTHIA
          Not today. I've got other plans.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          How about inviting me over to
          dinner?

                    JOHN
          You know what I mean.

                    CYNTHIA
          Yeah, I know what you mean.

Cynthia hangs up the phone.

24   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

                    GRAHAM
          It's open.

Cynthia enters. Graham looks up at her.

                    GRAHAM
          Who are you?

                    CYNTHIA
          I'm Cynthia Bishop.

                    GRAHAM
          Do I know you?

                    CYNTHIA
          I'm Ann Millaney's sister.

                    GRAHAM
          The extrovert.

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          You want me to leave?

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

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          She still is.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Nope.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Nope.

                    GRAHAM
          She didn't give you my address?

                    CYNTHIA
          Nope.

                    GRAHAM
          How did you find me?

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Nope. I think the man is a liar.

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

                    GRAHAM
               (smiles)
          Spooked.

He motions to the box of videotapes.

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Oh, okay. I think I get it.

                    GRAHAM
          What do you get?

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

                    GRAHAM
          Not exactly.

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

                    GRAHAM
          Why don't you let me tape you?

                    CYNTHIA
          Doing what?

                    GRAHAM
          Talking.

                    CYNTHIA
          About what?

                    GRAHAM
          Sex. Your sexual history, your
          sexual preferences.

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

                    GRAHAM
          Nothing.

                    CYNTHIA
          You just want to ask me questions?

                    GRAHAM
          I just want to ask you questions.

                    CYNTHIA
          And that's all?

                    GRAHAM
          That's all.

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

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    CYNTHIA
          Would anybody else see the tape?

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

                    CYNTHIA
          How do we start?

                    GRAHAM
          I turn on the camera. You start
          talking.

                    CYNTHIA
          And you ask questions, right?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    CYNTHIA
          How long will it take?

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          No.

                    CYNTHIA
               (thinks)
          Do I sit or stand?

                    GRAHAM
          Whichever you prefer.

                    CYNTHIA
          I'd rather sit. Are you ready?

                    GRAHAM
          Just a moment.

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

                    GRAHAM
          I am now recording. Tell me your
          name.

                    CYNTHIA
          Cynthia Patrice Bishop.

                    GRAHAM
          Describe for me your first sexual
          experience.

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

                    GRAHAM
          Your first sexual experience.

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

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

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          When I was fourteen.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Very much live.

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Were you disappointed?

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          What did he say?

                    CYNTHIA
          He said that my hand felt good.

                    GRAHAM
          Then what happened?

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

25   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

26   INT. LAW OFFICES -- DAY

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

                    JOHN
          John Millaney.

                    CYNTHIA
          I want to see you.

                    JOHN
          When?

                    CYNTHIA
          Right now.

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

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

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

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

27   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham watches Cynthia's tape, becoming excited.

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
               (voice on tape)
          Yes.

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

                    GRAHAM
               (voice on tape)
          Yes.

                    CYNTHIA
               (voice on tape)
          Prettier than Ann?

                    GRAHAM
               (voice on tape)
          Different.

28   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Cynthia and John are having sex.

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

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

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

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

                    JOHN
          Jesus Christ. You are on fire
          today.

Cynthia smiles.

                    CYNTHIA
          Yes. You can go now.

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

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

                    ANN
               (voice over)
          I hate my sister.

29   INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

                    DOCTOR
          Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

                    ANN
          (voice over)
          Except John, I guess.

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          He just asked me questions.

                    ANN
          What kinds of questions?

                    CYNTHIA
          Questions about sex.

                    ANN
          Well, like what did he ask,
          exactly?

A pause.

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Apparently.

                    ANN
          Did he ask you to take your clothes
          off?

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

                    ANN
          Did you take your clothes off?

                    CYNTHIA
          Yes, I did.

                    ANN
               (floored)
          Cynthia!

                    CYNTHIA
          What!?

                    ANN
          Why did you do that?

                    CYNTHIA
          Because I wanted to.

                    ANN
          But why did you want to?

               CYNTHIA
          I wanted him to see me.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          He wouldn't do that.

                    ANN
          You don't know that for sure.

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

                    ANN
          Did he touch you?

                    CYNTHIA
          No, but I did.

                    ANN
          You touched him?

                    CYTNHIA
          No, I touched me.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          In front of him, Ann, yes.

               ANN
               (serious)
          You are in trouble.

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Why?

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

                    CYNTHIA
          You couldn't do it, period.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          I feel like I do.

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

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

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

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

                    ANN
          You are in serious trouble.

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

                    ANN
          I don't want to discuss it.

                    CYNTHIA
          Then why do you keep asking about
          it?

32   INT. LOUNGE -- DAY

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

                    DUDE
               (as Marlon Brando)
          Are you an assassin?

                    CYTNHIA
          Excuse me?

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

Ann enters the lounge, carrying a package.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          It's great. Pardon me.

Cynthia moves down the bar to meet Ann.

                    ANN
          I wish you'd get an answering
          machine.

                    CYTNHIA
          There's a phone here.

                    ANN
          It was busy.

Ann opens the package, revealing a lovely sun dress.

                    ANN
          Here it is.

                    CYNTHIA
          What is it?

                    ANN
          It's a sun dress.

                    CYNTHIA
          It looks like a tablecloth.

                    ANN
          It does not.

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

                    ANN
          So will you, someday.

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

The lounge phone rings.

                    ANN
          I was just trying to--

                    CYNTHIA
          Hold on.

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

                    DUDE
          Nice dress.

Ann says nothing.

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

Cynthia picks up the phone.

                    CYNTHIA
          Hello.

                    JOHN
          Cynthia. John.

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

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

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

                    JOHN
          Oh. When can I see you?

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

                    JOHN
          Nothing wrong with trying.

                    CYNTHIA
          I don't think my sister would
          agree.

A pause.

                    JOHN
          Do you want me to stop calling?

                    CYNTHIA
          Look, I'll call you, okay?

Cynthia hangs up and walks back to Ann.

                    CYNTHIA
          So what's my share of the dress?

                    ANN
          Thirty-two dollars.

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

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

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

33   SCENE DELETED

34   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

                    GRAHAM
          It s open.

Cynthia enters the room, looking very intent on something.

                    GRAHAM
          Hello.

                    CYNTHIA
          Hi.

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Okay.

                    CYNTHIA
          I'd like to make another tape.

Graham thinks for a moment.

                    GRAHAM
          No.

                    CYNTHIA
          No? Not even one more?

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

                    CYNTHIA
          I can't talk you into it?

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

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

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

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

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

               CYNTHIA
          So make an exception.

                    GRAHAM
          No.

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

                    GRAHAM
          I would.

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

                    GRAHAM
          Cynthia, I don't know.

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Goddamit, give me my tape, then.

                    GRAHAM
          No.

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

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

Graham grabs her wrists momentarily.

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

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

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

Cynthia looks at him.

                    CYNTHIA
          Sure, okay.

She leaves.

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

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

                    ANN
          John?

                    JOHN
          Mmmmm...

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

CUT TO:

36   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

CUT BACK TO:

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

                    JOHN
          Tuesday. I had a late lunch.

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

CUT TO:

38   EXT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

CUT BACK TO:

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

                    JOHN
          Yes. I just got busy.

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

John is waking up a little.

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

                    ANN
          Who'd you have lunch with?

                    JOHN
          I ate by myself.

A pause.

                    JOHN
          Something wrong?

                    ANN
          Are you having an affair?

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

                    ANN
          Well, are you?

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

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

                    JOHN
          There's nothing to know, Ann.

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

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

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

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

                    ANN
          Is that supposed to comfort me?

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

                    ANN
          But I'm not.

                    JOHN
          I'm not either!!

                    ANN
          Why don't I believe you?

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

                    ANN
          Always the lawyer.

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

                    ANN
          You've made your point.

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

A pause. Ann exhales.

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

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

                    ANN
          Loud.

                    JOHN
          Yeah. Jeez, give me some credit.

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

                    JOHN
          Isn't therapy helping at all?

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

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

                    ANN
          I know.

A pause.

                    ANN
          You never used to say "fucking".

40   SCENE DELETED

41   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          What's so stupid about it?

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

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          I like the way he dresses.

                    JOHN
          What if this tape gets into the
          wrong hands?

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Right.

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

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

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

A pause.

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

                    JOHN
          You told Ann about this?

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

                    JOHN
          I wish you hadn't done that.

                    CYNTHIA
          Why not?

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

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Hung up.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          No.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          It won't. I trust him.

                    JOHN
               (disbelieving)
          You trust him.

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

                    JOHN
          What do you mean?

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

                    JOHN
          It hurts that you would say that
          to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          How about straightening up the
          living room?

John doesn't smile.

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

                    JOHN
          Did he put you up to this?

                    CYNTHIA
          Who?

                    JOHN
          Graham.

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

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

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          I know. Will you please leave now?

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

                    CYNTHIA
          John, we have nothing to talk
          about.

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

                    CYNTHIA
          No, John, things are getting real
          simple.

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

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

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

CUT TO:

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

CUT BACK TO:

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

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

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

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

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

44   EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

45   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits reading.

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

                    GRAHAM
          It's open!

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          It's bottled, not tap.

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          I know.

A pause.

                    ANN
          That son of a bitch.

Ann looks at Graham.

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

                    GRAHAM
          I know.

                    ANN
               (stunned)
          You know?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    ANN
          How did you know?

                    GRAHAM
          She said it on her tape.

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

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

Ann says nothing.

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

                    ANN
          Why not?

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

Ann shakes her head.

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

Graham says nothing.

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

Ann looks at Graham.

                    ANN
          I want to make a tape.

A pause.

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

                    ANN
          Don't you want to make one?

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

                    ANN
          What difference does it make why
          I do it?

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          (impressed)
          That's a good question.

                    ANN
          What do you have to do to get
          ready?

                    GRAHAM
          Load a new tape, turn the camera
          on.

                    ANN
          Then do it.

Graham opens a new box of videotapes.

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

                    GRAHAM
          I have money.

                    ANN
          What will you do when the money
          runs out?

                    GRAHAM
          It won't. Are you ready?

                    ANN
          Yes.

Graham turns the camera on.

                    GRAHAM
          Tell me your name.

                    ANN
          Ann Bishop Millaney.

CUT TO BLACK:

THEN CUT TO:

46   EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DUSK

Street lights are illuminated. Night is imminent.

47   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DUSK

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

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

After a moment, she gets up to leave.

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

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

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

                    ANN
          I want out of this marriage.


                    JOHN
               (genuinely shocked)
          What?

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

                    JOHN
          Why?

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

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

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

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

                    ANN
          Fuck you. I can do what I want.

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

                    ANN
          I'll stay at my mother's.

John gets up from the couch and begins pacing.

                    JOHN
          Where did you go when you left
          here?

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

John smacks his hand on his leg.

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

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

John is seething.

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

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

John walks over to Ann.

                    JOHN
          Did you make one of those goddam
          tapes?

Ann says nothing.

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

                    ANN
          Yes!

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

John bolts from the house.

                    ANN
          DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!!!

49   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

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

50   EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

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

51   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

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

                    GRAHAM
          Hi, John.

                    JOHN
          Where are the tapes, Graham?

                    GRAHAM
          What tapes?

                    JOHN
          You know which tapes! Where are
          they?

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

                    JOHN
          So is my wife, asshole!!

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          God, you need help.

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

                    GRAHAM
          No.

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

                    GRAHAM
          No.

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          No.

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

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

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

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

                    JOHN
          Give me your keys.

                    GRAHAM
          My keys?

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

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

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

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

John then locks himself inside Graham's apartment.

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

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

John watches the monitor come to life.

The image is Ann, sitting in a chair.

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          Tell me your name.

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          Ann Bishop Millaney.

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          You are married, correct?

                    JOHN
          Goddam right.

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          Yes.

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          Who usually initiates sex?

John's jaw tightens.

                    JOHN
          Bastard...

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          He does.

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          Do you talk to him?

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

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          Yes.

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          Sometimes. Afterward.

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

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

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          Not very often.

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          I would.

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

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

                    JOHN
          Goddamit...

Ann hesitates.

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

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

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

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

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

John leans forward.

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

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          Absolutely not.

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

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

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

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

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          Yes.

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

                    JOHN
               (to Graham)
          God damn you!!

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          Yes.

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

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

John watches the monitor, his eyes beginning to water.

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

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

Ann thinks. John watches.

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

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

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          I guess not.

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

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

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          No.

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

A pause.

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

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          Why?

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

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          So you do fantasize?

               ANN
               (on tape)
          Yes.

               GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          About who?

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          I fantasized about you.

               GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          About me?

               ANN
               (on tape)
          Yes.

A pause.

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          Have you fantasized about me?

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

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

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          Yes.

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

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          No.

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          On tape?

                    GRAHAM
               (on tape)
          No.

                    ANN
               (on tape)
          Why not?

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

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

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

CUT TO:

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

                    GRAHAM
          Can't.

                    ANN
          You said you weren't always
          impotent.

                    GRAHAM
          That's correct.

                    ANN
          So you have had sex.

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    ANN
          Who was the last person you had
          sex with?

                    GRAHAM
          Her name was Elizabeth.

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

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

                    ANN
          What was the problem?

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

                    ANN
          So you lied to her?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes. I did. Willfully and
          repeatedly.

                    ANN
          How come?

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

                    ANN
          And now you can?

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

                    ANN
          Don't you get lonely?

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

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

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

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Subtlety?

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

                    GRAHAM
          And you feel the same way with
          John?

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

                    GRAHAM
          Interesting analogy.

                    ANN
          I'm babbling.

                    GRAHAM
          No, you're not.

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

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

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          I'm not planning on it.

A pause.

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

                    GRAHAM
          I'm not in love with you.

                    ANN
          But if you were?

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          That's very flattering.

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

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

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

A pause.

                    GRAHAM
          I can't.

                    ANN
          Why not?

                    GRAHAM
          I've told you.

                    ANN
          But I don't understand--

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

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

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

A pause.

                    ANN
          Who? Elizabeth?

                    GRAHAM
               (uncomfortable)
          Yes.

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

                    GRAHAM
          No.

                    ANN
          But you're planning to be?

                    GRAHAM
          I don't know. Possibly.

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

                    GRAHAM
          Not entirely.

                    ANN
          But that was part of it?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    ANN
          Like maybe a big part?

                    GRAHAM
          Possibly.

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

                    GRAHAM
          I don't know.

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

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

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

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

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

Graham says nothing. Ann looks at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Don't do that.

                    ANN
          Why not?

                    GRAHAM
          Because.

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

                    GRAHAM
          I can't tell you like this.

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

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

                    ANN
          I don't care.

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

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

Graham is on the verge of completely falling apart.

                    ANN
          Come on!!

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

A pause. Graham regains his composure somewhat.

                    ANN
          Why are you ashamed?

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

                    ANN
          You're not answering me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She moves in front of Graham and kneels.

                    ANN
          I want to touch you.

Graham shakes his head.

                    ANN
          I want to touch you.

                    GRAHAM
          No.

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

                    ANN
          Graham.

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

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

She caresses him.

Slowly.

Delicately.

She touches his arms, his face, his hair.

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

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

                    ANN
          Keep your eyes closed.

Graham lies back, silently obeying.

Ann touches his face.

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

She rubs her hand on his chest.

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

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

Ann stands.

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

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

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

She looks at Graham. His face is tranquil.

Ann quietly begins to move her face toward his.

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

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

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

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

She kisses him lightly.

She kisses him again.

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

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

He kisses her.

Graham is flooded with warmth and excitement.

He caresses her, intoxicating himself with physical contact.

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

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

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

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

                    ANN
          Graham...

                    GRAHAM
          I'm okay. It's okay.

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

                    GRAHAM
               (almost dazed)
          It's okay.

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

Graham moves forward and shuts off the camera.

CUT BACK TO:

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

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

John opens the door. He looks at Graham for a moment before
reaching into his pocket for Graham's keys. He dangles them
in his hand as he stands over Graham.
          
                    JOHN
          I never told you this, because
          I thought it would crush you, but
          now I could give a shit.
               (pause)
          I fucked Elizabeth. Before you
          broke up. Before you were having
          trouble, even. So you can stop
          making her into a saint. She was
          good in bed and she could keep
          a secret. And that's about all
          I can say about her.

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

He pulls Ann's tape from the videotape player.

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

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

CUT TO BLACK:

THEN CUT TO:

52   INT. LAW OFFICES -- DAY

John Millaney talks to his colleague.

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

John dials a number on his telephone.

                    VOICE ON PHONE
          IBM.

                    JOHN
               (to phone)
          Brian Kirkland, please.

                    VOICE ON PHONE
          May I ask who's calling?

                    JOHN
          John Millaney.

                    VOICE ON PHONE
          One moment.

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

The intercom clicks to life.

                    SECRETARY
               (on speaker)
          Mr. Millaney?

                    JOHN
          Yeah.

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

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

                    SECRETARY
          (on speaker)
          He said immediately.

                    JOHN
          All right, jesus.

The intercom clicks off.

                    VOICE ON PHONE
          Mr. Millaney?

                    JOHN
          Yes?

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

John swallows.

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

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

The intercom clicks to life.

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

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

53   INT. LOUNGE -- DAY

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

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
               (to Dude)
          Excuse me.

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

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

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

                    CYNTHIA
          Thank you.

                    ANN
          Well. I can't stay.

Ann begins to leave.

                    CYNTHIA
          Can I call you?

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

                    ANN
          Do you have my work number?

                    CYNTHIA
          No.

Ann writes the number down on a napkin.

                    ANN
          I get real busy between two and
          four.

                    CYNTHIA
          Okay.

          Ann looks at Cynthia again before leaving.

                    ANN
          Bye.

                    CYNTHIA
          Bye.

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

                    DUDE
          Nice plant.

Cynthia turns to him.

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

54   SCENE DELETED

55   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

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

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

                    GRAHAM
          Who is it?

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

Ann stands in the hallway.

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

Graham watches her go by.

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

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

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

She closes her eyes as their fingers entwine.

CUT TO BLACK
THE END