Dangerous Game

Will you eat on the plane?

No. I hate plane food.

Well, I hope this tastes better.

Have some faith in yourself.

This is going to taste fantastic.

- I'll bet you it does. Watch.

- Taste it.

I'll bet you this tastes so good

that I'm not going to believe it.

- Want a steak?

- No.

That's why Tommy didn't want pasta,

I guess.

- It's delicious.

- Yeah, right. Thank you.

The perfect gentleman.

I said it's delicious.

Thank you, darling. Thank you.

Don't forget me, kid. I'm your daddy.

Romulo, listen, we're celebrating

the beginning of our new movie.

Yes.

- Would you sing a song for us?

- I'd be glad to.

You would? Thank you.

Beautiful.

The story I'm telling,

The Mother of Mirrors...

concerns a husband and wife

who have agreed upon...

a certain lifestyle to help them to live.

In that relationship,

the wife has a change of heart...

about the lifestyle that they're living,

which has included...

multiple sex partners and drugs.

Sort of a very materialistic living.

And she has had a change of mind.

And has come to understand for herself

that, that lifestyle is a lie.

Whereas her husband, he feels...

that the way of life they agreed upon...

involving multiple sex,

drugs and everything, is for him a truth.

However horrendous it might be,

or however hellish that truth might be...

he needs that.

That, he feels, is giving him something,

is taking him someplace...

that is as truthful...

as her religious discoveries.

Not only that...

but he feels that

those religious discoveries are shams.

Frank?

I think he was on the set talking with Sarah.

He left after that.

Check his camper.

Eddie, we got him.

You got him. It's okay, we got him.

He's on the set.

You don't know where he is.

Quiet back there, please.

$1,500 fucking sofa.

All this shit!

Gonna burn it down to the fucking ground.

Torch this fucking house tonight

and not even blink.

Burn you and me in it.

Yeah, Frank.

I want you to take your time to build it.

I want you to take the time to build it.

He's looking for satisfaction and can't get it.

He ain't getting it from the booze.

He goes over to her,

he ain't getting it from her.

He comes back in here, he's still...

getting drunker, can't get satisfaction.

I want you to go pee on the fucking floor.

"I'll get a reaction. I'll show her.

"I'll show her. F*ck her,

and f*ck this house and everything."

What's that saying,

"The eyes are the windows to the soul"?

Come over here.

I wanna see what happens

when you step in front of the mirror.

Maybe it'll be good for you.

Maybe it'll be good for me.

Maybe I'll have a conversion experience.

Maybe I'll become like you.

Fucking perfect.

Come here.

Just want to see what happens.

I want you to look in the mirror.

I want you to tell me what you see.

What do you see?

You know what I see?

I see a two-bit cunt

having a nervous breakdown.

I see a woman who's holier than all...

whose hands are filled with the blood...

of who the hell knows how many abortions,

how many one-night fucks.

The lies, the deceits.

You leave a trail of misery like that,

and then you dare to condescend to me?

I'm not condescending to you.

The f*ck you're not!

You know, I'm sick of this metanoia shit.

Your ethics, your rosaries, your novenas.

All right. Okay, Russell.

No, it's not all right.

You think you're something special, right?

But you know what you are?

You're a half-baked nobody

with a broken heart.

Well, f*ck you and your opinions.

I'm not stupid, Russell.

- Stupid?

- You don't have to talk to me that way.

You're too boring to be stupid.

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