Crimes and Misdemeanors Page #4

For pleasure, for adventure, for lust.

Sometimes, when there's real love

and true acknowledgement of a mistake,

there can be forgiveness, too.

I know Miriam.

Her values, her feelings. Our place

among our friends and colleagues.

But what choice do you have

if the woman is going to tell her?

You have to confess the wrong

and hope for understanding.

Maybe Miriam was responsible

in some ways, too.

You have to discuss it

and hope for the best.

Maybe you can never

go back to the old life,

but maybe there's a new one with

maturity and understanding. Maybe...

Maybe even a richer one.

You know what's funny?

Our entire adult lives,

you and I have been having this same

conversation in one form or another.

It's a fundamental difference

in the way we view the world.

You see it as harsh and

empty of values and pitiless,

and I couldn't go on living

if I didn't feel with all my heart

a moral structure with real meaning and

forgiveness,

and some kind of higher power.

Otherwise there's no basis

to know how to live.

And I know you well enough to know that

the spark of that notion is inside you, too.

Now you're talkin' to me

like your congregation.

It's true. We went from a small infidelity

to the meaning of existence.

Miriam won't think two years of scheming

and dishonesty is a... is a small infidelity.

How can you do it? I give up.

God, you're in such wonderful shape.

- For a man my age?

- For any age.

- I was quite athletic as a young student.

- You still make love like a young student.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You know, I don't think

we should do this here.

- Why not? We're all alone.

- I don't know. I feel a little self-conscious.

Let's go back to the cottage and light

a fire. You can play me the Schumann.

Schubert. Schumann is flowery.

Schubert is...

He reminds me of you. The sad one.

Schubert. God, you have to teach me all

that. I'm so ignorant in classical music.

I'll teach you.

Someday we'll have a lot of time.

Would you like a drink?

Yeah. Fix me whatever you're having.

Why'd you call the house last night

and hang up, Del?

I'm not playing games, Judah.

Just because you've decided we're

through doesn't mean I'll roll over and die.

What the hell happened to us? I mean...

We had a wonderful few years.

We both knew it couldn't go on for ever.

- I gave up things for you.

- Come on. That's poppycock.

Don't give me that, will ya?

For God's sakes.

There were no business opportunities.

It's all in your head.

No lovers beggin' for your hand.

I prevented nothing. I...

Can we not argue? I just wanted to talk.

I'm just so rattled.

I had an idea.

I thought if we could get away, just

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