Backgammon

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[Birds chirping]

[Sighs]

[Sizzling]

- Good morning.

- Hey.

You mean, good afternoon?

Afternoon.

A bacon sandwich?

- [Clanking]

- No.

A bacon sandwich?

No, thanks.

You should.

It'll make you feel better.

[Woman hums]

[Clanking]

Things haven't exactly

turned out well

after last night.

Somehow I guessed

they wouldn't have.

Andrew left a note to say

that he was so embarrassed

by me and Gerald

that he is going

back to school early.

He said that I'm,

"the stupidest person

he has every met,"

and that he will meet you

at college.

Gerald's left as well.

Or rather...

I threw him out last night.

[Chuckles]

I'm sure he won't be

returning either.

That's good.

I know it is.

Are you sure?

Yes...

Yes.

Intellectually and emotionally,

I'm sure.

But...

I've relied on the bastard

for the last five years.

So it feels pretty strange.

Leaves all kinds

of complications.

And what about Beth?

I saw her on the stairs

this morning.

I caught up with her

halfway down,

so you probably

wouldn't have heard

the poor girl

expressing her opinions.

She got up on her own, I guess.

She was looking for you.

She saw the two of us.

You did tell her

it wasn't what it looked like.

Of course I tried.

She wasn't in the mood

to listen.

I meant to go up to her,

but we started playing cards...

And the door was locked.

F***ing door was locked.

[Whispers]

I'm so screwed.

Perhaps it's for the best.

No.

You may be happy

to be rid of Gerald,

but I'm not so happy

to lose Beth.

I...

I should call her.

Do you love her?

Yes.

I think so.

No, really.

Do you?

Is it really the end

of the world

that she thinks

you've been unfaithful?

If you're meant to be together,

you'll get over this.

Don't worry,

she isn't gonna say anything

to anyone.

She'd look stupid.

You're welcome to stay here

as long as you'd like.

No matter how bad things seem

right now,

they'll be a little easier

by tonight.

And tomorrow

they'll be even better still.

Doesn't change the fact

that I'll still have

to call her.

How pathetic will you sound?

If she really loves you,

she'll come back

and ask for your side

of the story.

Let her prove her love.

- Hey.

- Hey, what's up?

Uh, nothing.

- I was looking for you.

- Oh.

Listen, I think I'm gonna

head back to the dorm,

first thing tomorrow.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You just got here.

Yeah, I know,

but I can't stand it anymore

is the problem.

What do you mean?

This is your house.

- You like it here. It's why we came.

- Yeah, I know.

But it's my sister's boyfriend,

that fuckhead.

I didn't know that he'd be here.

I can't stand the guy.

[Man]

He's not a bad artist.

He's a pretentious a**hole

is what he is.

All he f***ing does

is quote French poetry.

Anyway, I know that you won't

get to see Elizabeth again

for a while,

so you two can stay if you want.

No, if you're leaving

we'll leave as well, so...

- Come on.

- No.

I can't.

But you two stay.

That's fine.

And you don't think

you're sister won't mind?

Miranda?

No.

She could care less

about anything.

Come on, it's just

one more night.

Okay, listen, can we step away

from the nude paintings

of my sister, please?

Let's go.

By the way, Elizabeth is over

there by herself with those two.

So, hurry up.

- Let's go.

- Yeah.

[Man]

Green shadows,

the moist evenings of summer.

The man's depth of thought.

- Shut the f*** up, Gerald.

Expressions...

[laughs]

He's always quoting,

as my British uncle would say,

"bloody, Baudelaire."

- Hey, Gerald?

- Hmm?

Did the moist green shadows

remind you of that quote,

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