Born to Be Blue Page #3

with a woman

who knew anything at all

about music.

- So what did Elaine

like to do?

- Elaine?

Mostly, she liked to f***. Yeah.

She liked to f***,

and I liked f***in' her.

What? What?

- I don't know.

Your songs are so romantic.

But I guess you never

wrote them, right?

- Mm-mm.

One time, we did it

seven times in two hours.

What do you think about that?

- Sounds like

you f*** too fast.

- Uh, I do better

when I'm high.

- So you're really a junkie?

Huh?

- I got some habits.

- So what, your parents didn't

love you enough or something?

- No, it's nobody's fault.

- So why are you

such a f***-up, then?

Huh?

- You want to know?

You want to know the truth?

- Yeah,

I want to know the truth.

- It makes me happy.

I love to get high.

- Well, at least you're honest.

- What about you, huh?

Why are you such a f***-up?

- I'm not a f***-up.

- Oh, yeah, you are.

Yeah, you're an actress,

aren't you?

- All actresses

are f***-ups?

- Yeah, well..

What is they say

about Hollywood?

They'll pay you 2 grand

for a kiss

and 2 bucks for your soul.

You know who said that?

- No.

- Marilyn Monroe.

- Closing time, folks.

- We sing.

You know that song?

I I've never been in love I

I Before I

I Now all at once I

I It's you I

You know that, right?

I It's you I

I Forever more I

I I've never I

I Been in love I

I Before I

I I thought my heart I

I Was safe I

I I thought I- I

Why don't you come back with me

to my place and we can sing?

- That's not a good idea.

Listen, I know all about you.

- What do you know?

- I know you're trouble.

- Trouble's good for you.

[jazz music]

- That's why your playing

touches people.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's like what Chekhov said

when his patients

were fevering

on what kind of food

they liked to eat:

"Something sour."

And my dad read me

all the philosophers

before I was a teenager,

but Chekhov?

He thought that the feelings

that we experience

when we're in love

are our normal state,

that being in love

shows a person

who he should really be.

I love-

- Remember me, Chettie'?

F*** him up!

- Oh, Chet!

Chet!

- Come here!

You forget

what you owe us, Chet?

F***ing junkie.

' [groans]

- [gasps]

- Come here.

- Stop it!

[grunting]

- Help! Stop!

- No more jazz, motherf***er!

[laughs]

- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Help!

Help!

[gentle instrumental music]

II:

- He's got severe trauma

to the neck...

possible fracture

of the cheek.

He's lost all his front teeth.

- Chet, it's Jane.

You look like sh*t.

You're gonna be okay.

- You know What

an embouchure is?

Like a piano player

not having any hands.

28 eight years

of practice, gone.

You'll never play again.

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