Breezy (1973) Movie Script

Good morning.
Um, have you got any bread?
Uh, 41 cents.
- Oh, Christ.
I left you a quarter on the table.
All I need is enough
for some coffee.
Can't start the day without
that first shot of caffeine...
Hey, listen...
I really wanna thank you
again for last night, Bruno.
I mean, if it hadn't
have been for you,
I would've drowned
in all that rain.
Mmm. What the hell am I
supposed to do with a quarter?
Um, I don't know.
Live it up.
Carpet the place.
BRUNO: Hey, hey.
Uh, what's your name?
Breezy. See ya around.
The morning is a friend of mine
It always plays my song
And anytime I ask the wind
It lets me tag along
I read the lessons in the leaves
They've a world of
things to tell me
I always keep my pockets filled
With pumpkin seeds and thyme
I have no secrets from the sun
And I'll have none from you
And if you're going to the fair
I'll walk along with you
The day is shining in our heads
Like a dime to spend together
And we can talk of many things
Of cabbages and life
Maybe we'll make each other laugh
And maybe we will cry
And maybe we'll be
each other's friend
Before we say
Hi, I'm going to the Valley.
Yeah, hop in.
I picked up this chick once. It
was a gas what she'd do for $5.
Why are you turning here?
I thought I told you I was
going into the Valley.
Hey, relax. I dig you
hippie-dippys. I really do.
Uh, I think...
I think you better
let me out here, mister.
There was another broad. She was
hitchhiking down the Sunset.
Man, she wasn't in the car two
minutes and she asked me for $20.
She says, "You give me $20, or I'll
yell rape the next cop we pass."
(CHUCKLING) You know what I did?
I gave her something to yell about
and threw her out of the car.
(SIGHING) Freaks.
Another typical day in
the life of Miss Dum-Dum.
Uh, the lady will be right out.
That should take care of it.
TAXI DRIVER: Thank you.
I, uh, took care of the cab.
I don't know why it is,
but the morning after
I always feel that everybody knows
what I've done the night before.
When it's me that has to
get dressed and go home.
Oh, well, the hell with it.
Did I remember to tell you
I had a wonderful time?
Well, so did I.
Frank, am I going to see you again?
Well, yeah, sure. I'll, uh...
I'll call you sometime this week.
I don't think you
have my phone number.
We'll remedy that right now.
Uh, 724-8122.
And maybe you oughta take my
service... My answering service.
U h, that's 722-2000.
Who says a rolling stone gathers no
nails? Boy, am I glad to see you.
I didn't think anyone was alive up
here. You going down the hill?
Well, yes, but, uh...
Far out.
Miss, uh, I don't
pick up hitchhikers.
That's the best news
I've heard all day.
And then he says, "So I really
gave her something to yell about,
"and I threw her out of the car."
Well, finally, we had
to stop for another car.
Boy, I opened the door,
I started running.
I never knew I could run so fast.
Well, anyway, that's how we ended
up in front of your place.
I guess it seems really stupid
that I should be taking a ride
from another stranger
after something like that.
But, hell, you can't
start suspecting
everybody because of one poor nut.
Besides, you're better
looking than he was.
No, I think it's true. I think
people are basically good.
Now, you take Bruno, for instance.
There I was last night in all
that rain with no place to sleep.
Marcy's house was full up.
I mean, there wasn't even an
inch of floor space left,
and so Bruno, who didn't
know me from Adam...
Or Eve. Well, Bruno took
me home to his place.
He didn't have any
toothpaste though,
and my mouth feels
like somebody walked
through it with their shoes on.
Doesn't it bother you
discussing all of this
in front of a perfect stranger?
Are you perfect?
May I?
Aren't you a bit
young to be smoking?
If age has anything to do with it,
then you're the one
who shouldn't be smoking.
It's harder on older people, you know.
At least that's what they say.
Are you married?
No, uh, there's very little call
these days for old, decrepit,
one-foot-in-the-g rave smokers.
That's too bad.
You know, you really
should be in that big,
nice house and all.
I mean, it must get really lonely
rattling around in
it all by yourself.
I like being alone.
Oh, I don't.
I dig people too
much to be without them.
But then, that's the trouble today.
People just don't
like each other anymore.
Do you think God is dead?
God. Do you think he's dead?
Didn't even know he was sick.
You know what I think, and I've been
giving it a lot of thought lately.
I don't know if I can actually buy
the fact that there's
somebody up there.
I mean, somebody up there.
No. No. I've come to the conclusion
it's a lot simpler than that.
Know what I mean?
I mean, say... Say God is,
oh, the conscience of man.
Wouldn't that scare
the hell out of you?
Well, sure, because if
that's what he really is,
well, then maybe
he really is dying.
Here we are, Laurel Canyon.
Ah, we made it.
Laurel Canyon.
You said you were
going to the Valley.
I'm going into Hollywood.
Okay, what?
Okay, Hollywood's fine with me.
Say, I got a great idea. Why
don't we stop at a coffee shop?
We can continue talking. You know,
I really like talking with you.
You certainly know how
to shovel it, don't you?
You're broke, right? And you
want some coffee, right?
Only coffee turns out
to be a full-course meal.
And the great
conversationalist over here,
that's me, winds up
picking up the tab.
Then if things go according to
plan, and you butter me up,
I'm supposed to lay a few bucks
on you to see you through the day.
Wow, if you haven't got the
most suspicious, rancid mind.
Oh, I know, and I
hate myself for it.
Tell me, uh, does that
routine usually work?
Nine times out of ten.
Hey, wait a minute.
Slow down.
Wait. Hey, there's a dog in
the gutter. Stop the car!
I can't stop for a dog.
Well, then let me out.
Just let me out.
Damn it!
Do you think he's in pain?
What does it matter anyway?
I mean, he's just a dog, right?
Just a dumb, stupid, beat-up dog.
- Come on.
- Just let me go! Why don't you go?
That's what you wanna do, isn't it?
Look, you can't do anything
for him, he's dead.
What happened?
Oh, somebody ran over a dog.
MAN: Oh, yeah.
Somebody ran over a dog.
Well, wait a minute.
You don't think that...
Oh, great.
Just great.
Morning, love. Hi, Sam.
Frank. These are the keys
to the Everett house.
Oops, how much?
Uh, 95, but they'll settle for 88.
I'll take a look at it.
12:30, right?
I know you thought I forgot. Now
let that be a lesson to you.
Okay. Oh, listen. One thing.
Uh, can we make a stop
on the way to lunch?
There's a listing I
wanna take a look at.
All right. Bye, then.
It looks marvelous.
FRANK: Let's see.
It's nice.
You know, with a little
extra effort on my part...
Well, I mean...
If I really worked at it,
I suppose I could
be hysterically happy
in a house like this.
Let's take the grand tour.
I wish you could've made it last
night. It was a lovely party.
Well, if it's any consolation,
I had a lousy time last night.
Well, whose fault is that? Didn't I
always tell you don't go to strangers?
Did I do something to earn that,
or is that just an impulse?
Consider it a loan.
You can pay me back
with interest later.
Oh. Mmm.
How much is this house?
What did they say
they'd settle for?
Oh, 88, probably. Why?
Because I might be able to throw
a little business your way,
if you have no objections
to making a big commission.
Darling, I'd sell you an outhouse
if I thought it would put
a buck in my pocket.
Now there's the bastard
I know and love.
Do you remember Charlie Eisen?
Bob and Nancy
introduced him to us.
Yeah, he's a lawyer, isn't he?
He might be interested
in this house.
He was at the party last night,
and it seems as though he's
planning on getting married.
Hmm. Sounds like he's doing okay.
Who's the lucky girl?
How long have you been seeing him?
Oh, whenever you couldn't make it,
which adds up to
quite a bit of time.
I don't think I like
the idea of losing you.
No, I just think you don't like
the idea of losing, that's all.
Would you care for cocktails?
Yes. Two very dry
vodka martinis.
If that's all, then what's been
going on for the last six months?
(CHUCKLING) Not very much.
Don't you remember?
No strings? No ties?
No great need for each other?
Those were your rules.
Bless your heart,
you kept every one of them.
But I broke them all.
Anyway, you might remember
that for next time.
Anytime a girl
agrees to an arrangement
like that, she's
already in love with you.
It's just a question of appetite.
Crumbs or no cake at all.
I don't know what to say.
Well, I guess that says it all.
Let's order.
It's all I own.
I had to come for it.
Right over there.
I know it's not a very good one,
but then, I don't
play it very well either.
Hey, am I interrupting anything?
I mean, are you alone?
"Yes" to the first question and
"not anymore" to the second one.
Good. This is a really nice place.
Oh, yeah. This couch is great.
Wow, you have a fireplace!
I love fireplaces. Does it work?
Yes, it works.
We used to have one back home,
but it was a phony, you know,
electric. You had to plug it in.
I'd like to play host,
but I have some work to do.
Oh! Don't let me bother you.
Go right ahead.
No, no, no. Really. I don't mind.
Gee, if I had a fireplace,
I'd keep it lit all the time.
Your name's Frank, right?
Frank Harmon.
I, uh... I saw it on your mailbox.
My name's Breezy.
Why isn't it lit?
Uh, I don't know.
I didn't see any reason to.
You're sure you don't mind?
No, no, no.
Say, I was wondering,
you wouldn't have
anything to eat,
oh, like an apple?
How about an apple?
What happened?
You didn't score today?
No, no, no. Don't get
nasty or I might leave.
(CHUCKLING) Come on.
I don't know. Maybe it's a special
talent, but I'm forever finding things.
People, animals.
I found this cat once, and I took
him with me wherever I would go.
But I ran out of money.
I couldn't afford to feed him
anymore, and he ran away.
I know it must be a
painful subject, but, uh,
have you ever
considered getting a job?
Sure, I've had all kinds of jobs.
Let's see, I was a
waitress a few times.
I worked at a department store
in the bargain basement,
and I even sold pots
and pans door to door.
May I have some more milk?
You think I'm some kind
of bum or something?
Is that why you asked
me about getting a job?
Well, if you're old
enough to be on your own,
you oughta be mature
enough to work.
(GIGGLING) Where did you read that?
Paula Harmon. Is she a relative?
My ex-wife.
You send her money?
No. Blood. She gets
me for a quart a month.
Is she pretty?
I used to think so.
How old is she?
She's 39, but you'd
have to stretch her
on the rack to
get her to admit it.
(LAUGHING) 39. What does she do?
What do you mean,
"What does she do?"
Does she work? What does
she do for a living?
Nothing, and she's
exceedingly good at it.
Where's all this going?
I don't know.
Just seems to me that 39 is
certainly mature enough to work.
Gee, I just love your house.
Do you mind if I look around?
You can, uh, search
me before I leave.
Go look.
BREEZY: Oh! I don't
believe it! It's beautiful!
Oh, my God. I've never
seen anything like it!
BREEZY: This is too much! I mean,
it is too much! I don't believe it.
I have never seen a shower like
this. This is a shower, isn't it?
I mean, it's so big!
Oh, Frankie, can I?
(CLICKING TONGUE) Help yourself.
Oh. You know, this is like a
page out of House Beautiful.
You're a fake, you know it?
You try very hard
to be mean, but...
You're actually very nice.
What makes you think
I'm doing you a favor?
I'm probably doing a service
for the board of health.
Now there you go again.
Thank you.
That was wonderful.
What are you anyway?
I'm clean, for one thing.
What are you?
Nobody's fool, sweetheart.
I thought I made that clear,
but you do keep trying.
Now look, get your clothes on.
The party's over.
You can go and play your
little games with Bruno
and all those other
nice guys that you know.
Does it follow you
around all the time?
That black cloud over your head.
And for your information,
Bruno is a nice guy.
You don't really believe that?
You needed a place to sleep,
and Bruno wanted to get laid.
He charged you for that
bed and you overpaid.
So don't pin any medals on
that creep for his generosity.
You just keep mixing me up.
First you're angry
because you think
I'm trying to take
advantage of you.
And now you're angry
because you think
I let Bruno take advantage of me.
Well, which is it?
Which am I?
Am I the dum-dum that
got taken last night
or the bitch who's
trying to take you tonight?
I just wish that you'd
make up your rancid mind.
(SIGHING) You gave me a
ride down the hill today.
And whether you like it or not,
that makes you
a nice guy in my book.
I gave you a ride
because I didn't want
to leave you hanging
around my house.
Sure don't make it easy, do you?
I straightened up the bathroom.
I washed out the basin
so you could pretend
that I'd never
been here if you want.
Where are you going?
I mean, it's raining.
That should please
the board of health.
- Look, Breezy...
- Okay.
So maybe I did need
a place to sleep tonight.
But you're not the
only person I know.
I just thought it would be
nice to stay here with you.
But I'll tell you something, I
never woke up in the morning
and had to look at someone that
made me sorry that I was there.
But I bet you have.
I just bet you have.
I know you'd expected
80,000, Mr. Howard,
but 75 was as high as they'd go.
Even for Masterpiece Properties.
Look, uh, why don't you think
it over for a couple of days.
Yes, sir, this is
the age of the ugly.
FRANK: That's fine, Mr. Howard.
Yes. Thank you, sir.
Or how about, the
era of the unwashed?
SAM: What's that look like to you?
Low tide?
SAM: (CHUCKLING) That's beautiful.
I gotta tell that to Mort.
"Low tide." That's beautiful.
Scotch and water, please.
Thank you.
Always around when I need you.
Frank. No, it's just that when I am
around you think you do need me.
Anybody could substitute.
Bet, what if I love you?
Oh, don't, Frank.
Don't be that cruel.
Charlie, you know Frank Harmon?
Oh, sorry.
Took your place.
Oh, no, no, no. Stay.
Of course, uh, real estate.
Say, uh, Betty tells
me you have a house
for sale that we
might be interested in.
It's pretty steep,
Charlie, uh, 95,000.
That is steep. Maybe
they'd come down a little.
I don't know,
they're pretty determined.
I'm very tired, darling.
Can we go?
Sure, uh, can we
give you a lift, Frank?
No, thanks.
I just had one.
Come on, Charlie.
- Mr. Frank Harmon?
- Yes.
You know an Edith Alice Breezerman?
A what?
That's the name she gave us.
Edith Alice Breezerman.
Uh, yes.
Her name's Breezy.
Then she is your niece, Mr. Harmon?
My, uh...
Yes, my niece...
- Okay.
We found her wandering
up here in the hills.
She told us she'd had a fight with
you and was afraid to come home.
Yeah, well, uh...
I believe in a firm
hand, Mr. Harmon,
but kids shouldn't be
afraid to come home.
Well, if it isn't Edith Alice
Breezerman come to call.
(SIGHING) Jesus, right away nasty.
Want an apple?
Come on.
BREEZY: Gee, I'm really glad you
didn't mind, about the cops, I mean.
I had to tell them something,
or they would've taken me all
the way down to Juvenile Hall.
Well, look, it could've been worse.
Just think if you had to
come all way down there.
Lookit, I saved you a trip.
What makes you think I'd come?
I just think so.
I'd like to reassure you,
but I'm not sure myself.
So let's don't put that to a test.
Let's see what we got here.
I'm not really hungry.
Just an apple is enough.
An apple.
Except, uh...
Well, there is
something else I want.
Oh, Frankie, wanna do me the
biggest favor in the whole world?
How big?
Take me to see the ocean.
Atlantic or Pacific?
I've been in California for three
months now, and I've never seen one.
Breezy, it's 4:30 in the morning.
But, it's Sunday,
you don't have to work.
Besides, it's too dark
to see anything anyway.
It's not just down
the street, you know?
By the time I got my clothes
on, we got down there,
- the sun would be coming up...
- Yeah!
BOTH: And then it wouldn't
be too dark to see.
I'll get my clothes on.
I know that you would've
come to Juvenile Hall.
I don't care what you say. I know
that you would've come for me.
Eat your apple.
FRANK: All right, get ready.
Close your eyes.
Now open 'em.
BREEZY: Oh, my...
It's beautiful!
The morning is a friend of mine
It always plays my song
And any time I ask the wind
It lets me tag along
I read the lessons in the leaves
They've a world of
things to tell me
I always keep my pockets filled
With pumpkin seeds and thyme
BREEZY: Are we almost home?
Hey, there's Bruno!
Which one?
BREEZY: The one with the
dark hair. Hey, Bruno!
Hey, I went to the beach.
I saw the ocean!
Oh, yeah. Fantastic.
Who was that?
I don't know.
I knew you'd chicken out.
(CHUCKLING) Go to sleep.
Would you mind very
much if I love you?
I wouldn't let it get in
your way or anything.
And I wouldn't expect you
to feel anything back.
I just would like to be able to
say the words once in a while.
All this love that you give away,
just once, wouldn't you
like to have it returned?
Don't you ever want
to be loved back?
I thought I was.
(WHISPERING) I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Yeah? Hello.
Oh, that's great.
Just great.
Sure. I'll see you this afternoon.
Listen, there's somebody
I'd like to bring along,
but I want it to be
a surprise for him.
Okay, fine. See you.
Anything else?
Uh, just a refill, please.
That bitch wouldn't smile with
a coat hanger in her mouth.
Hey, Al's got a
great new tape deck.
You wanna go over there
and listen to some music?
Oh, I can't. I promised
Roy I'd help him move.
Who's he moving with?
In with me, of course.
I mean, you think I'd lift
my finger any other way?
BREEZY: I thought he had a girl.
Well, I finally convinced
him that these
mixed marriages
just never work out.
Keep smiling, okay?
- Okay. See you later, Norman.
- Bye.
How about you, Marcy?
You wanna come?
I'm supposed to meet Davey here.
Well, the kids could
tell him where you went.
Well, you know how Davey is.
He gets pissed off if I'm
not where I'm supposed to be.
Well, that's love, I guess.
Hey, Breezy, you got somebody?
Yeah. His name's Frankie.
- Do I know him?
- No.
He's a loner. He kind of
keeps to himself a lot.
Is... Is he nice?
Oh, he pretends awfully
hard not to be, but, uh...
Yeah, he's nice.
I don't know. Sometimes... Sometimes
he tries to be really rotten.
But then he'll turn around and he'll
do something that's really nice.
You know, he gave me an ocean.
Wow. Nobody ever gave me one.
(LAUGHING) Drink our coffee.
Look at this, will ya? Here am I
killing myself, and for what?
To help you keep in shape.
Boy, other guys call me, you know?
They say, "Bob, how about a drink?"
And we go to a bar. They
say, "Bob, how about lunch?"
We spend an hour or
two in a restaurant.
But with you it's always
tennis courts and steam rooms.
That's gotta mean something, Frank.
It means I don't wanna be
seen in public with you.
I'll wear a bag over my head.
Can we have a drink now before
I drop dead right here?
You're just out of shape, buddy.
I was never in shape.
If it doesn't bother me, why
the hell should it bother you?
Doesn't bother me a bit.
Oh, when we get inside, remember
the bag over your head.
Sure, I thought about it.
Hell, that's my chronic
complaint every time we talk.
The excitement's over.
Yes, my wife just doesn't
turn me on like she used to.
Well, you know.
You start wondering what it would
be like to meet somebody new.
Fall in love.
To feel all that again.
'Cause that's not all
dead inside me, Frank.
That's all still there.
All the butterflies.
You know what stops me?
Oh, yeah.
Scares the hell out of me.
At my age, the thought of
having to start all over again.
Come on like I was 20.
Doing all those
numbers just to get laid.
And then maybe being put down.
Me? I'd end up paying
for it just to make sure.
No. I gotta know she's there.
But you see, that's where
you and I are so different.
You dig being up on that
hill alone. You really dig it.
Me, I'd go nuts if I had to
come home to an empty house.
Tell me something, Frank. Don't
you ever get lonely up there?
I don't think I know
what loneliness is.
If I ever did, I've forgotten it.
Well, Edith Alice, for a
man who likes his privacy
and a girl without
means of transportation,
we're sure seeing
a lot of each other.
Oh, I just happened to
be in the neighborhood.
I must say one
thing for your timing.
It stinks.
I'm going out tonight.
Okay, here's one.
"Two swinging
bachelors want swinging
"housekeeper for oceanfront home.
"Lots of leisure time
for right pretty girl."
How's that sound?
- Okay, if you don't mind sand in your bed.
"Handsome, well-endowed male
desires equally gifted female
"who has taste for the unusual."
Hmm, "well-endowed male."
Better jot that number down.
- Here's a pencil.
Okay. "Married woman
with afternoons free
"desires attractive, discreet
man for daytime pleasure.
"Phone: 270-5095."
2700... What?
5095. Gotta remember that one.
I wish you didn't have to go.
Some friends of
mine bought a house.
I promised to take
the papers over tonight.
Can't you do it tomorrow?
No, they're leaving
on their honeymoon.
Got married today.
Well, I might as well drive down
with you then when you go.
Nice of you to tell me. Last
time you left without a word.
Well, I didn't want you to wake
up and be sorry that I was there.
You don't have to leave.
You sure you don't mind
about me waiting up for you?
No. It's a good idea.
Give me an excuse to leave early.
You know what I think I'll do?
First I'll take a shower,
and then I'll light
a fire in the fireplace,
and then maybe
I'll make some coffee,
so there'll be coffee
when you come home, okay?
And then maybe...
Maybe we can listen to
some music on the stereo,
or watch some TV! Okay?
So you think a few hours.
Around 10:00?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Around 10:00.
Then we'll just settle in.
WOMAN 1: But one week! What
kind of a honeymoon is that?
WOMAN 2: What a shame!
Well, it just can't be helped.
Charlie has to be
in court on Monday.
WOMAN 1: He's a nice guy, Betty.
Yes, I know.
He sure is.
BOB: You might get
a slight toxic effect.
BETTY: You're all alone.
BOB: The first thing we know,
they're gettin' married!
Hell, I didn't even know
they were goin' together.
Surprised a lot of people.
- Yeah. Bet it set you on your ass, old buddy.
Here. Try that one.
- Perfect.
- Really? Let me taste that.
It's a little heavy
on the paint thinner.
Nancy, what a relief!
What are you up to?
Up to here with him.
Do you have to sample
everybody's drink?
He's just gonna be hanging over the
toilet at 4:00 in the morning.
What are you talkin' about?
I know my limit.
Oh, sure you do, honey.
You passed it often enough.
Speaking of bitches, Iran
into your ex-wife last week.
I hope you were in
your car, going 80.
Nice. Very nice.
Uh, listen, when you're through
poisoning our friends,
do you mind giving
me a hand serving?
What am I, a slave around here?
You said it.
Hey, Frank.
If you want another drink,
the good stuff is
underneath the bar.
Thanks. I'll stick
with the paint thinner.
Hey, it's only 11:30. That's
the third time you've looked.
- Got an early day tomorrow. (CHUCKLING)
- Oh.
I, um,
feel a terrible sense of loss.
I wish it could have been more.
It was. I just wish you
could have been there.
Bye, love.
(WHISPERING) Make love with me.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Is that all of you in there,
or are you expecting company?
Something smells good.
Always does when it's burning.
Hey, it's not there today.
What's not there?
The black cloud over your head.
Goes away when I'm cooking.
Now, look, sweetheart.
Make yourself useful.
Get the toast and the milk
out of the refrigerator.
And don't make any plans for today.
Why? Are we gonna do something?
Are we gonna do something?
- What are we gonna do?
- I'm not gonna tell you, it's a secret.
Oh, that's not fair. I don't
keep any secrets from you.
Everything about you is a secret.
Breezy, I don't know
one word about you.
Where you come from?
Who your friends are?
Got any parents?
Whether you're in trouble?
You could tell me, you know?
I didn't think you wanted to know.
Gee, I'm no mystery, Frankie. I come
from Intercourse, Pennsylvania...
Yes, I know, and I've
heard all the jokes.
- I didn't say a word.
Well, it gets better. You have to
pass through Faithful to get there.
What a cross to bear.
Oh. My parents are dead.
They, uh... They were killed
in an automobile accident.
About five years ago.
They were nice people.
So, I moved in with my aunt...
Thank you. And, uh,
I stayed with her until I graduated
high school, which was a year ago,
and there didn't seem
to be anything much
holdin' me back, so I
decided now is the time
to move around and
find out what was going on.
Not much happens in
Intercourse, you know.
So, uh, I put my guitar on my back,
and I came to California.
I love it here, don't you?
This is where I met Marcy.
She's my best friend.
She has a house here
in the canyon, too.
She, uh... She keeps
my guitar for me.
Marcy takes drugs, though,
uh, I wish she didn't.
Well, that's about it.
I guess you expected something
a little more sordid, huh?
- Well, uh...
- (CHUCKLING) Yes, you did.
Well, maybe things'll pick
up now that there's you.
- Eat.
- I am.
- BREEZY: There it is.
- Which one?
BREEZY: The one that looks like the
termites just ate it. (CHUCKLING)
FRANK: And died of indigestion.
Yeah. That's where
Marcy and David live.
He's waiting for you in Room Six.
You know what?
I think I might love
you till the day I die.
Quite a change from
when you brought him in.
- Beautiful.
- It's gorgeous.
It's so... It's really
bright, is what it...
Mmm! Oh, goodness. Oh,
I have it all over me.
Here. I got it.
Behave yourself.
- How pretty!
- I like that one.
Well, who wouldn't?
(SIGHING) Come on.
You kidding? You know how
much that's gonna cost?
Forget it. In my second life, I've
planned to come back as Howard Hughes.
The only problem is, he'd probably
still be around, the character.
- Don't you just love the smell of new clothes?
- Mmm-hmm.
Hello. Can I help you?
Yes. She'd like to
look at some things.
All right.
- What are you, a size five? About that?
- BREEZY: Three, I think.
WOMAN: Three? All right. Let's
go over here and take a look.
Got me, partner.
BREEZY: Ta-da!
Wha... What do you think?
I feel beautiful! And you
know where I see it?
I see it in your eyes.
Shall I put these in a bag
for your daughter, sir?
Why don't you, uh, throw those
things in the wastebasket?
No! They're still good.
Here, I'll take them.
Here you are.
Thank you very much.
- FRANK: Come on!
BREEZY: Wait! Wait for me!
Fetch it, dog.
Come on, fetch it!
What the hell am I doing,
chasing a nutsy dog?
You're having fun, and so am I.
Come here! Come on!
Ooh. Come here. Come on!
Come on. Come on.
Isn't he a love?
You're just a love!
Yeah, lotta love.
Lotta love.
Love-A-Lot! That's perfect!
That's his name.
I now dub thee, "Sir Love-A-Lot!"
You're as nutsy as the dog.
This is the best day
of my whole life.
You're too easy to please.
I envy you.
I love you.
I'm more than twice your age, brat.
Wonderful. You can count.
You don't think that's important?
I don't understand why people
make such a big fuss about age.
All it proves is that you've
been here longer than I have.
Got it all figured out, huh?
No. No, I don't.
I really won't know where
older people are until...
Until I'm there myself.
Is that how it is, Frankie?
Do... Do you start believing
what you see in the mirror
and forget about what
you feel inside?
Do you stop feeling because the
outside of you makes it seem foolish?
Is that it?
Does becoming older
mean feeling foolish?
Well, what's there to
look forward to, then,
if you can't go on
loving and being loved?
I'm never gonna
let it happen to me.
No one should ever let it happen.
Ooh, I love you so much.
MAN: Good evening.
Got a nice, quiet booth somewhere?
Yes, we do. Follow me.
No, I'm not much on
blind dates, either.
But what the hell? I don't
get to LA that often.
So the only people I really know
out here are Bob and Nancy.
Uh, would you get me
another drink, please?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
All you can hold.
Uh, miss. Another round, please.
Would you care for
a cocktail first?
Yes, we would.
Does the young lady have her ID?
What for?
Well, I'm sorry, sir, but we're not
allowed to serve liquor to anyone...
I think you can safely assume
that I'm aware of that.
Of course, sir.
Enjoy your dinner.
This seems like a nice place.
- Yes, but I don't care much for the help.
Hey. That was stupid, I'm sorry.
That's his job, right?
Right. Now, let's start over.
Good evening. Would you
care for a cocktail?
Yes, vodka martini.
And I'd like a Shirley
Temple, please.
WAITRESS: Thank you.
Okay. This seems like a nice place.
Have you been here before?
I didn't think so.
Less chance of running
into somebody that you might know.
(SIGHING) You know, you worry me.
I do? Well, that's encouraging.
Breezy, as bad
as bad can be, you...
You seem to find
something good in it.
You probably would have found
some good in Attila the Hun.
But, baby, there are
things that are all bad.
And there are people that
are genuinely rotten.
Unless you accept that, uh, you
can't protect yourself from it.
From what?
Reality. Someday, reality's just
gonna spring up and lay one on you.
And I'm not so sure
you can survive it.
There's that black cloud again.
- You don't hear me, do you?
- Of course I do.
I just wish that you could
talk about something else.
Like how wonderful today was. That
was reality too. It really happened.
I didn't dream that.
No, you didn't dream it.
Did you? Was it real for you, too?
Sometimes, Edith Alice,
you scare the hell out of me.
Thank you.
- Who knows? Maybe we'll get along.
Stranger things have
happened, you know?
Well, we're never gonna
find out here, are we?
So why don't we get outta here?
Not yet. I have to stay a while.
What for?
I just have to.
What do you want
to do after dinner?
Suggest something.
We could go to the movies.
If you like.
We could go dancing.
Could we just go home?
If I don't hold you soon, or touch
you, I think I'm gonna die.
Wow. You don't expect me to
order anything now, do you?
Feel it, Frankie. All the wild, wonderful
things that are happening to us.
I don't want to miss
the smallest part of it.
I can't stop shivering.
I am trying.
Try harder, or we'll never
get invited back here.
Hello, Frank.
How are you?
Fine, and you?
Oh, never better!
I think your friend's
growing a little impatient.
Oh. He doesn't mind.
Doesn't mind anything I do.
The poor idiot's in love with me!
Frank, I might be
getting married again.
He's asked me, but I...
I just can't make up my mind.
Well, congratulations...
If and when.
I got your check.
You're always right on
time with the damn thing.
I wish, for once, you could be just a
little late, so I could call my lawyer
and make some trouble for you.
I'll see what I can do.
(INHALING DEEPLY) Well, better go.
Once again, it wasn't
nice to see you.
It was a pleasure not meeting you.
God, you're young!
Ah... Night, Frank.
Just what I needed. Cold shower.
Uh, what are you gonna have?
BREEZY: Okay, I'm gonna race ya?
- FRANK: Easy now. Let's not fall.
- Oh, I know.
Twelve Shirley Temples
can really do it to you.
Would you...
I don't know when it happened.
I just stopped loving her.
All the things that I...
Dug about her
suddenly turned me off,
and all the cute things
became damned annoying.
I should have left
her then, but I didn't.
So we kept torturing each
other for a couple of years.
"Mental cruelty."
What an underrated phrase.
We stripped each other of every
honest emotion we had left.
It became a challenge to see
which one could force the
other into the breaking point.
She finally divorced me.
And now, she drinks
me out of a bottle.
My God, you're so new.
I only have one appointment
at the office this morning.
When that's finished,
I could come back.
Then could we go to the ocean?
I know a beautiful spot there.
Like to show it to you.
All morning long, from the
moment I left the house,
all I could think about
was getting home.
Not the clients, not the
sales, not the commissions,
I just wanted to get home.
You're doing weird things
to my mind, Edith Alice.
I missed you too.
You don't have to say anything.
I told you before I didn't
expect anything back.
Besides, I know that
you feel something.
You couldn't have made love to
me the way you did last night
if you didn't feel something.
I agree.
Do you?
What do you feel?
Concern for another human being.
An awareness of life.
Fantastic excitement
when I touch you.
An interest...
A genuine interest in
someone other than myself.
You feel all that for me?
You love me.
I didn't mention love.
Yes, you did.
I am going to have buttered
popcorn. What about you?
BOB: Hey! Frank! Over here! Frank!
NANCY: Frank?
FRANK: Oh, hiya, Bob.
NANCY: You son of a gun. You didn't
even say good-bye the other night.
Okay. You don't deserve it,
but I forgive you anyway.
Thank you.
Hey, you here alone?
Come on in with us!
Uh, no, I, uh...
I'm not alone.
BREEZY: I know what I'm gonna have.
I want two Hershey bars, a Milky
Way, and, um, a Butterfinger.
Breezy, I want you to meet
two old friends of mine,
Nancy and Bob Henderson.
- Hi.
- And, uh...
Oh! Bill and Rose
Perry, Frank Harmon.
Hello, Frank, how are ya?
Uh, Breezy, right?
Well, we'd better be getting in.
- A good idea. Come on, imbecile.
- Yeah.
See ya later, Breezy.
Hey, meet us out
here after the show.
We'll go out for a drink
someplace together.
Klutz, come on.
- Sure. Maybe.
- A little later, then.
I want one of these,
and I want two,
and a Hershey bar and Milk Duds.
Why didn't... Why didn't
you wait for your friends?
You said that you would.
No, I didn't. I said maybe.
I thought that they were
really nice. Friendly.
Mmm. Too nice. Too friendly.
Smug's more like it.
Gee, I didn't think that they...
How about a little
quiet for a change?
We don't have to talk
every minute, do we?
Don't let me hurt you.
Don't let me do that.
(SIGHING) I love you.
I love you, I love you!
I'm sorry.
Is that better?
I know I'm being a baby.
So don't say anything.
I wouldn't think of it.
No lectures on maturity, either.
Not a word shall pass my lips.
I'll let you in on a secret.
Nobody matures.
They just grow tired.
You know,
Davey and Marcy have been living
together for almost six months now.
But they don't have this.
What we have.
Davey tells her he
loves her all the time.
The words by themselves
don't mean a hell of a lot.
Marcy says that she loves him,
but I think she
has to say it, because...
She doesn't realize
how really alone she is.
(SIGHING) Maybe sometimes
it's better to be alone.
Just like if you have something
incurable, it's better to be dead.
- Hello, Love-A-Lot.
Speaking of incurables.
BREEZY: I like to watch you dress.
FRANK: I like to watch you undress.
You know what I love?
- No, besides that.
- What?
I love being horizontal.
Hello? No, I was expecting a call.
Well, I've got three houses
to show, and then, uh...
Well, if you can make it at
2:00, you've got a deal.
Why shouldn't I sound great?
I am great.
No, I'll tell you when I see you.
Right. Bye-bye.
Oh, I gotta get outta here.
I do not see the point of
getting rid of a pot belly
by replacing it with a rupture!
An affair, man.
That's what I need.
Someone to put the old zing back
in my life. Something sick.
(CHUCKLING) Oh, Jesus!
Well, I don't mean sick.
I mean, off-beat.
Oh, Christ, if you're gonna cheat,
what's the sense in cheating
with the same kind of stuff
you're cheatin' on, right?
Yeah, anything.
- Yeah, you don't want to hear my problems.
- Sure I do.
You got problems of your own.
Nope! Not a one.
Not a one, huh?
(SIGHING) Let's take a steam.
I don't think I can stand it.
Ah, do you good.
Make you relaxed when you
get back to the office.
Relaxed? Are you kiddin'? I'll
go back to the office and faint.
You've been walking about two feet
off the ground ever
since we got here.
It's nauseating, Frank. Are
you gonna tell me about it?
- What?
Boy, I wish I had your nerve.
You're your own man,
you know what I mean?
I mean, you do what
you want, you go where
you like with anybody you please.
You don't give a damn
what people think.
Now look at you.
Look what it's done for you.
It's that old zing, Frank.
Yeah, that's what I need.
Man, all the crazy
young chicks today.
Skirts up to their
chins, no bras...
That's how I know I'm not dead.
You known her long, Frank?
- Who?
- Who? That girl last night.
Oh, boy. Can't you see me
with a cute kid like that?
Well... I just haven't
got your nerve, Frank.
Oh, there's a lot more involved
than just your damn nerve.
Sure, there's sex.
What else, love?
(SCOFFING) Why should a young girl
like that love an old fart like me?
Nah, I'd be a meal ticket
for her, that's it.
And even if I could,
where would I go with her
without feeling like
a child molester?
Ah, just hop into bed with her
whenever I could get out of the house.
Which is like once a year,
on Arbor Day.
And I'm not kiddin' myself,
man. I'm in the panic years.
Right now is the
time I have to start
proving I'm still
the stud I ever was.
Then, I can have my
heart attack, relax,
and not have to worry about
proving anything anymore.
Christ, can we get out of here now
and go get a drink somewhere?
My fingers are beginning to pucker.
I don't know what it is.
Whenever I'm with you,
I get diarrhea of the mouth.
You shouldn't let
me go on like that.
And you had something you
wanted to tell me, didn't you?
You said over the phone you had something
you wanted to tell me. What was it?
Really nothing.
- BREEZY: Frank!
- Was that him?
- Yes.
I swear, sometimes he
drives like a wild Indian.
Even looks like an Indian
sometimes when he gets mean.
You know, his face gets all
mean and hard and scrunched up.
You didn't tell me
that he was an Indian.
I'm sorry.
I thought I did.
Now I see.
(CHUCKLING) What do you see?
That ocean he gave you was
the Indian Ocean, right?
Get down, dog.
BREEZY: I'm in the kitchen, Frankie. But
don't come in unless your eyes are closed.
I don't want you to peek.
What is all this?
You poop! I asked you
not to look yet.
Breezy, I've had a long day, and
I don't feel like playing games.
Now, what's going on?
I just thought it would be nice if I had
dinner ready for you when you came home.
And, gee, that freezer of yours, Frankie.
I've never seen so much food.
Do you have to call me "Frankie"?
It makes me feel like one of those
unwashed idiots you hang out with.
I didn't know. Um...
I'm sorry.
Uh... Anyway, uh, we're having hamburgers,
and I make them a special way.
With raw egg and bread
crumbs and chopped onions.
We're gonna have broccoli...
FRANK: You should have waited.
I'm going out to dinner.
Got an engagement.
Gee, uh...
It seems a shame to
waste all that food.
Maybe we could save it
for a midnight snack?
Yeah, we could. Except, I don't
know how late I'll be, or...
Even if I'll come back tonight.
That kind of engagement.
Well, I've gotta shave.
I'll miss you.
Maybe I should stay at Marcy's.
Suit yourself.
Or at Bruno's.
It's your life.
What happened, Frankie?
Nothing happened.
Then why are you throwing us away?
Breezy, there's no "us."
There never could be.
Did you really think we
could happen into something?
I thought we already had happened.
All we add up to is a dirty joke.
You're the zing in my life, and I'm the
best score you probably ever made.
That's all.
You don't believe that.
I can't cope with it!
Let it go at that. I cannot
cope with any of it.
I'm, uh...
(SNIFFLING) I'm sorry about the
mess in the kitchen, but...
I don't think I can
stay to clean it up.
The food is good, though,
so you might as well eat it.
You have no reason to go out now.
(SIGHING) You keep the dog.
afford to feed him, anyway.
Will you do me one favor?
Don't teach him to
roll over and play dead.
Yeah, speaking.
Who's this?
Oh, my God!
What hospital?
Yeah, sure. I'll be right there.
DOCTOR: Her arm is broken.
She has a slight concussion.
A few cuts and abrasions.
But her injuries are
comparatively minor,
when you consider the incredibility
of her being alive at all.
The man was killed instantly.
From what I understand, the
car was totally demolished.
Now, don't be alarmed if
she drifts off on you.
She's heavily sedated.
Thank you.
(SOFTLY) Can't believe it.
Can you?
Can't believe it.
I'm sorry, Bet.
So very sorry.
It happened so fast.
Just riding along, singing.
Couple of nu... Nutty kids.
All we could think
about was going home.
Spending our first
night in our new home.
I don't even
remember what happened.
A tire blew.
And then we skidded.
And hit something.
Been lying here, just thinking.
Trying to make some
sense out of all this.
All we really had was one week.
But what a beautiful week.
I've never been so loved.
I was his first
thought every morning,
and his last thought every night.
What chance did I
have not to love him?
And I told him so.
I told him I loved him.
And that's all that really counts.
Nothing else matters.
That's all.
That's all there really is.
Nothing else makes any sense.
It's not fair.
It's just not fair.
Are you Marcy?
Breezy's friend?
I'm not her friend.
She told me you were.
I... I hocked her guitar.
Is that why you're crying?
I'm crying because she forgave me.
Where is she?
They went to Plummer Park.
I didn't go. Davey said
I should wait here,
and Davey gets pissed off if I'm
not where I'm supposed to be.
Are you the Indian?
Name doesn't suit you at all.
What's that?
"Black Cloud."
Thank you.
Hello, my love.
Hello, my life.
I don't know. If we're
lucky, we might last a year.
A year?
Just... Just think of it, Frank...
(LAUGHING) A whole year!
Maybe we'll make each other laugh
And maybe we will cry
And maybe we'll be
Each other's friend
Before we say