Sex, Lies, and Videotape script
Synopsis: Ann (Andie MacDowell) is trapped in a sexually and emotionally unfulfilled relationship with her husband, John (Peter Gallagher), a successful but unpleasant lawyer who is sleeping with her sister, Cynthia (Laura San Giacomo). The underlying tensions in the couple's marriage rise to the surface when Graham (James Spader), a friend of John's from college who's been drifting for nine years, returns to town and videotapes Cynthia and Ann as they talk about their sexual desires.

1 EXT. HIGHWAY -- DAY

GRAHAM DALTON, twenty-nine, drives his '69 Cutlass while smoking

a cigarette. One could describe his appearance as punk/arty,

but neither would do him justice. He is a man of obvious

intelligence, and his face is amiable. There is only one key

on his keyring, and it is in the ignition.

ANN:

(voice over)

Garbage. I started thinking about

what happens to all the garbage.

I mean, where do we put all of

it, we have to run out of places

to put it eventually, don't we?

This happened to me before when

that barge with all the garbage

was stranded and nobody would take

it? Remember that?

2 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

ANN BISHOP MILLANEY, twenty-six, sits opposite her therapist.

She is an extremely attractive woman, dressed in a mature preppy

style. There is a wedding ring on her left hand.

DOCTOR:

Yes, I remember. What do you do

when these moods overtake you?

ANN:

Nothing. I mean, nothing. I try

not to do anything that will

produce garbage, so obviously we're

talking about eating and basic

stuff like that. Did you know that

the average person produces three

pounds of garbage a day?

DOCTOR:

No, I didn't.

ANN:

Don't you think that's a lot of

garbage? I'd really like to know

where it's all going to go.

DOCTOR:

Do you have any idea what triggered

this concern?

ANN:

Well, this weekend John was taking

out the garbage, and he kept

spilling things out of the

container, and I started imagining

a container that grew garbage,

like it just kept filling up and

overflowing all by itself, and

how could you stop that if it

started happening?

DOCTOR:

Ann, do you see a pattern here?

ANN:

What do you mean?

DOCTOR:

Well, last week we talked about

your obsession with the families

of airline fatalities, and now

we're talking about your concern

over the garbage problem.

ANN:

Yeah, so?

DOCTOR:

If you think about it, I think

you'll see that the object of your

obsession is invariably something

negative that you couldn't possibly

have any control over.

ANN:

Well, do you think many people

run around thinking about how happy

they feel and how great things

are? I mean, maybe they do, but

I doubt those people are in

therapy. Besides, being happy isn't

all that great. My figure is always

at its best when I'm depressed.

The last time I was really happy

I put on twenty-five pounds. I

thought John was going to have

a stroke.

JOHN:

(voice over)

It's true, I'm telling you.

3 INT. LAW OFFICE -- DAY

JOHN MILLANEY, twenty-nine, sits at his desk talking on the

telephone. He is dressed very well, sporting real suspenders

with his striped pinpoint oxford shirt and cotton suit. He

fingers the wedding ring on his left hand.

JOHN:

As soon as you've got a ring on

your finger, you start getting

serious attention from the opposite

gender. Seriously, I wish I had

Super Bowl seats for every time

I had some filly just come up

and start talking to me without

the slightest provocation. That

never happened before I got

married. Shit, if I'd known that,

I'd have gone out and bought me

a ring when I was eighteen and

saved myself a lot of time and

money.

John looks at his watch.

JOHN:

Shit, I gotta be someplace.

(quickly)

Look, racquetball Thursday? You're

the coolest.

John presses the intercom button while putting on his jacket.

JOHN:

Uh, Janet, re-schedule Kirkland.

Tell him to come in Friday at 1:30.

DOCTOR:

(voice over, to Ann)

Are you still keeping these

thoughts from John?

ANN:

(voice over)

Yes.

4 INT. LAW OFFICE BATHROOM -- DAY

John brushes his teeth and combs his hair very carefully.

DOCTOR:

(voice over, to Ann)

Are you afraid of his reaction?

Of his finding you silly for

thinking of such things?

ANN:

(voice over)

No. I don't know. I haven't told

him about the garbage thing because

I'm pissed off at him right now.

He's letting some old college buddy

stay at our house for a couple

of days, and he didn't even ask

me about it. I mean, I would've

said yes, I just wish he would've

asked.

5 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE-DAY

DOCTOR:

What upsets you about that?

ANN:

I guess I'm upset because I can't

really justify being upset, I mean,

it's his house, really, he pays

the mortgage.

DOCTOR:

But he asked you to quit your job,

and you do have housework.

ANN:

Yeah, I know.

DOCTOR:

This unexpected visit

notwithstanding, how are things

with John?

ANN:

(shrugs)

Fine, I guess. Except right now

I m going through this where I

don't want him to touch me.

6 INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

CYNTHIA BISHOP, Ann's SISTER, opens her door to reveal the

freshly coifed John Millaney. They kiss passionately and begin

to disrobe. Cynthia bears a slight resemblance to Ann, but

is not as overtly attractive. She does, however, have a definite

carnal appeal and air of confidence that Ann lacks.

DOCTOR:

(voice over)

When did you begin having this feeling?

ANN:

(voice over)

About a week ago. I don't know

what brought it on, I just started

feeling like I didn't want him

to touch me.

DOCTOR:

(voice over, to Ann)

Prior to this feeling, were you

comfortable having physical contact

with him?

ANN:

(voice over)

Oh, yeah.

(pause)

But see, I've never really been

into sex that much, I mean, I like

it and everything, it just does't

freak me out, I wouldn't miss it,

you know? But anyway, lately we

haven't been doing anything at

all. Like I said, it's not that

I miss it, but I m curious the

way things kind of slacked off

all of a sudden.

John and Cynthia are now having sex.

DOCTOR:

(voice over)

Perhaps he senses your hesitance

at being touched.

ANN:

(voice over)

But see, he stopped before I got

that feeling, that's why it seems

weird to me. I mean, I'm sure he

wishes I would initiate things

once in awhile, and I would

except it never occurs to me, I'm

always thinking about something

else and then the few times that I

have felt like starting something

I was by myself.

DOCTOR:

(voice over)

Did you do anything?

A pause.

ANN:

(voice over)

What do you mean?

DOCTOR:

(voice over)

Did you masturbate?

7 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

ANN:

(taken aback)

God, no.

DOCTOR:

I take it you've never masturbated?

ANN:

(slightly uncomfortable)

Well, I kind of tried once. It

just seemed stupid, I kept seeing

myself lying there and it seemed

stupid, and kind of, uh, I don't

know, and then I was wondering

if my dead grandfather could see

me doing this, and it just seemed

like a dumb thing to be doing when

we don't know what to do with all

that garbage, you know?

DOCTOR:

So it was recently that you tried

this.

ANN:

(exhales, head down)

Well, kind of recently, I guess.

But not too recently.

There is a pause.

ANN:

I'm really not up to having a guest

in the house.

8 INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

John and Cynthia are lying in bed, bathed in sweat.

JOHN:

I've got to get back to the office.

CYNTHIA:

I only get one today? Gee, how

exciting.

John rolls over and begins to put his clothes on.

JOHN:

I can't let my lunch hour go on

too long. I've already skipped

one meeting.

CYNTHIA:

Don't give me this

passive/aggressive bullshit. If

you want to leave, leave. My life

doesn't stop when you walk out the

door, you know what I'm saying?

John shakes his head.

JOHN:

Why don't you just tell me how

you really feel?

John stands and begins putting on his clothes.

JOHN:

I have a friend coming in from

out of town, I'll probably be

spending some time with him the

next couple of days.

CYNTHIA:

Meaning we'll have to cool it for

awhile, right?

JOHN:

Right.

A silent shrug from Cynthia. John is almost completely dressed.

JOHN:

I wish you'd quit that bartending

job.

CYNTHIA:

Why?

JOHN:

I hate the thought of guys hitting

on you all the time.

CYNTHIA:

I can handle it. Besides, the money

is good and some of the guys are

cute. And you are in no position

to be jealous.

JOHN:

Who said I was jealous?

CYNTHIA:

I did.

John says nothing.

CYNTHIA:

You know, I'd like to try your

house sometime. The idea of doing

it in my sister's bed gives me

a perverse thrill.

John thinks about that.

CYNTHIA:

I wish I could tell everybody that

Ann's a lousy lay. Beautiful,

popular, Ann Bishop Millaney.

JOHN:

Could be risky.

CYNTHIA:

Well, maybe I could just start

a rumor, then.

JOHN:

No, I mean doing it at my house.

CYNTHIA:

Afraid of getting caught?

JOHN:

Maybe.

CYNTHIA:

You should be. Can I meet this

friend of yours?

JOHN:

Cynthia, I don't think you want

to, I mean, you should see the

way he dresses. I really think

he's in a bad way.

CYNTHIA:

I'm intrigued.

JOHN:

You're intrigued?

CYNTHIA:

Sure. Maybe he's the man I'm

looking for. Then I won't have

to fuck worried husbands all the

time.

John looks at her for a moment before heading for the door.

JOHN:

Bye.

9 EXT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Graham has parked in the Millaney's driveway. He opens the

trunk, revealing a Sony 8mm Video rig and a single black duffle

bag. He grabs the duffle bag and shuts the trunk.

Graham knocks at the door. He is stubbing out a cigarette with

his beaten tennis shoe when Ann answers the door. She is unable

to hide her suprise at his appearance.

GRAHAM:

Ann?

ANN:

Yes?

GRAHAM:

(extends his hand)

Graham Dalton.

Ann shakes his hand.

GRAHAM:

Can I use your bathroom?

Ann withdraws her hand.

ANN:

Yes. Yes, come in, please.

Graham moves inside.

10 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann closes the door and motions Graham to the rear of the house.

ANN:

Straight back, first door on the

left.

Graham heads for the bathroom. Ann heads for the phone. She

dials John's office.

VOICE ON PHONE:

Forman, Brent, and Millaney.

ANN:

John Millaney, please. This is

his wife.

Graham exits the bathroom. Ann quickly hangs up the phone.

ANN:

That was quick.

GRAHAM:

False alarm.

ANN:

Oh. Well, please sit down.

Graham sits, his manner pleasantly animated. He gets his Gitanes

from inside his scuffed black leather jacket and looks around

for an ashtray. Ann swallows uncomfortably.

ANN:

We...don't usually let people smoke

in the house. We have a patio if you --

GRAHAM:

Oh, no problem. It can wait.

A moment of silence. Graham looks at Ann directly. It is not

a challenging stare, he's just trying to ascertain what kind

of person she is. Ann, to her credit, somehow meets his gaze.

Something subtle passes between them.

ANN:

(looks at duffle bag)

Do you have other things?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

(pause)

Oh, you mean to bring in! No. Yes,

I have some other things, no, I

don't need to bring them in. This

is all I need to stay here.

ANN:

Oh.

Graham smiles. He has an unusual face, a face that fluctuates

between remarkably handsome and just plain strange.

GRAHAM:

Have you ever been on television?

ANN:

Televison?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

ANN:

No. Why?

GRAHAM:

(shrugs)

Curious.

The central air-conditioning switches on. Ann smiles.

ANN:

Graham is an unusual name.

GRAHAM:

Yeah, I guess it is. My mother

is a complete Anglophile, anything

British makes her drool like a

baby. She probably heard the name

in some movie. She's a prisoner

of public television now.

ANN:

Oh, uh-huh.

GRAHAM:

Are you uncomfortable with my appearance?

ANN:

(downplaying)

No, I think you look...fine.

GRAHAM:

(smiles)

Oh. Well, maybe I'm uncomfortable

with my appearance. I feel a little

out of place in these surroundings.

ANN:

Well...

GRAHAM:

I used to take great pleasure in

that, being purposefully different,

rubbing people's noses in it.

Didn't you do that when you were

younger?

ANN:

(thinks)

No, not really.

GRAHAM:

Oh. Well, I did. I was in a band

once, and the music was always

secondary to just flat out

offending as many people as

possible.

ANN:

You play an instrument?

GRAHAM:

No, I was in charge of kind of

standing at the microphone and

reciting these really depressing

lyrics in a monotone. The whole

thing was really .... irrelevant.

How do you like being married?

ANN:

(caught slightly off

guard)

Oh, I like it. I like it very much.

GRAHAM:

What about it do you like? I'm

not being critical, I'd really

like to know.

ANN:

Well.....well, the cliché about

the security of it, that's really

true. We own a house, and I really

like that, you know? And I like

that John was just made junior

partner, so he has a steady job

and he's not some...

Ann looks at Graham and stops. He smiles again.

ANN:

...free-lance. You know.

GRAHAM:

Yes. So you feel security,

stability. Like things are going

to last awhile.

ANN:

Oh, definitely. I mean, just this

past year has gone by like phew!

I hardly even knew it passed.

GRAHAM:

Did you know that if you shut

someone up in a room, and the only

clock he has reference to runs

two hours slow for every

twenty-four, that his body will

eventually adjust to that schedule?

Simply because the mind honestly

perceives that twenty-six hours

are twenty-four, the body follows.

And then there are sections of time.

Your life can be broken down into

the sections of time that formed

your personality (if you have one).

For instance, when I was twelve,

I had an eleven minute conversation

with my father that to this day

defines our relationship. Now,

I'm not saying that everything

happened in that specific section

of time, but the events of my

childhood involving my father led

up to, and then were crystallized

in, that eleven minutes.

Ann is fascinated, if a bit overwhelmed.

ANN:

Oh, uh-huh.

GRAHAM:

(smiles)

Anyway, I think the mind is very

flexible as far as time is

concerned.

ANN:

You mean like "time flies"?

GRAHAM:

Exactly. I would say the fact that

you feel the first year of your

marriage has gone by quickly means

lots of things. Or could mean lots

of things.

ANN:

How long has it been since you've

seen John?

GRAHAM:

Nine years.

ANN:

Nine years?

GRAHAM:

Yes. I was surprised that he

accepted when I asked if I could

stay here until I found a place.

ANN:

Why? Didn't you know him well?

GRAHAM:

I knew him very well. We were

extremely close until I dropped

out.

A pause.

ANN:

Why'd you drop out?

GRAHAM:

Oh, lots of reasons, most of them

boring. But, up until I dropped

out, John and I were...very much

alike.

ANN:

That's hard to believe. The two

of you seem so different.

GRAHAM:

I would imagine that we are, now.

I think I'm ready to use the

bathroom, finally.

Graham gets up and heads for the toilet. Ann watches him go,

a bemused smile on her face. After she hears the door close,

she can't resist the impulse to take a closer look at Graham's

bag.

IN THE BATHROOM, Graham pokes around, looking through the

medicine cabinet and sniffing towels.

JOHN:

(voice over)

Call the cops.

11 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

John, Ann and Graham are eating dinner.

JOHN:

(to Graham)

That's the first thing that ran

through my mind when I saw you.

I thought this is not the same

man that rode the unicycle naked

through the homecoming parade.

ANN:

(to Graham)

You did that?

GRAHAM:

Everybody has a past.

JOHN:

(smiles at Graham)

What do you think the Greeks would

make of that outfit you're wearing?

GRAHAM:

A bonfire, probably.

John takes a sip of Chivas.

GRAHAM:

(to Ann)

This food is excellent.

ANN:

Thank you.

JOHN:

Yeah, it's not bad. Usually Ann

has some serious salt action going.

I keep telling her, you can always

add more if you want, but you can't

take it out.

GRAHAM:

(to Ann)

You have family here also?

ANN:

(nods, chewing)

Mother, father, sister.

GRAHAM:

Sister older or younger?

ANN:

Younger.

John takes a large swig of Chivas.

GRAHAM:

Are you close?

Graham sees Ann and John exchange looks.

GRAHAM:

I'm sorry. Am I prying again?

JOHN:

You were prying before?

GRAHAM:

Yes, this afternoon. I was grilling

Ann about your marriage this

afternoon.

JOHN:

(smiles)

Really. How'd it go?

GRAHAM:

She held up very well.

Ann laughs.

GRAHAM:

(to Ann)

So I was asking about your sister.

Ann's smile fades. John resumes eating.

ANN:

Oh, we get along okay. She's just

very...she's an extrovert. I think

she's loud. She probably wouldn't

agree. Definitely wouldn't agree.

JOHN:

(to Graham)

Are you going to see Elizabeth

while you re here?

An almost imperceptible reaction by Graham.

GRAHAM:

I don't know.

ANN:

(interested)

Who's Elizabeth?

JOHN:

Girl Graham dated. Still lives

here, far as I know.

Graham eats in silence.

ANN:

Graham and I were talking about

apartments and I told him to check

the Garden District, there are

some nice little places there,

garage apartments and stuff.

JOHN:

(to Graham)

Stay away from the Garden District.

Serious crime. I don't know what

kind of place you're looking for,

but there are a lot of studio-type

apartments available elsewhere.

GRAHAM:

I wish I didn't have to live

someplace.

JOHN:

(laughs)

What do you mean?

Graham thinks a moment, then puts his keyring with its single

key onto the table.

GRAHAM:

Well, see, right now I have this

one key, and I really like that.

Everything I own is in my car.

If I get an apartment, that's two

keys. If I get a job, maybe I

have to open and close once in

awhile, that's more keys. Or I

buy some stuff and I m worried

about getting ripped off, so I

get some locks, and that's more

keys. I just really like having

the one key. It's clean, you know?

Graham looks at the keyring before returning it to his pocket.

JOHN:

Get rid of the car when you get

your apartment, then you'll still

have one key.

GRAHAM:

I like having the car, the car

is important.

JOHN:

Especially if you want to leave

someplace in a hurry.

GRAHAM:

Or go someplace in a hurry.

Ann takes her plate into the kitchen.

JOHN:

(smiles at Graham)

Do you pay taxes?

Graham also stands, empty plate in hand.

GRAHAM:

Do I pay taxes? Of course I pay

taxes, only a liar doesn't pay

taxes, I'm not a liar. A liar is

the second lowest form of human

being.

ANN:

(from the kitchen)

What's the first?

GRAHAM:

Lawyers.

John smiles, thinking. Graham follows Ann into the kitchen.

John shouts after them.

JOHN:

Hey, Ann, why don't you go with

Graham to hunt for apartments?

Show him how the city has changed.

Ann looks at Graham.

ANN:

Would you mind?

GRAHAM:

No.

ANN:

(shouts back to John)

Okay, I will!!

John, sitting at the table and now toying with his keyring,

nods.

12 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Everyone but Ann is asleep. She gets up from her bed and sneaks

quietly into the guest bedroom where Graham is staying. She

walks cautiously up to his bed to watch him as he sleeps.

Moonlight caresses his face as he breathes peacefully. Exhaling,

he turns over slowly, his back to Ann.

She picks up his jacket from beside the bed and feels the

surface. She brings the jacket to her nose, inhaling his

presence. She then sets the jacket down.

13 INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

The phone rings. Cynthia answers.

CYNTHIA:

Hello.

JOHN:

Cynthia. John. Meet me at my house

in exactly one hour.

CYNTHIA:

You are scum. I'll be there.

14 INT. VACANT APARTMENT-DAY

Graham and Ann walk around the room, their footfalls heavy on

the hardwood floors. MR. MILLER, the landlord, stands nearby.

He looks fairly interested in Ann.

MR. MILLER

Plenty of room for two people.

GRAHAM:

It'll just be me.

MR. MILLER

Student?

GRAHAM:

No.

(pause)

You said three-fifty?

MR. MILLER

Plus first and last month deposit.

GRAHAM:

Will you lease month-to-month?

MR. MILLER

Not for three-fifty.

GRAHAM:

How about for five hundred?

Mr. Miller looks at Ann, then back at Graham.

MR. MILLER

That I can do.

15 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Cynthia lets herself in. She looks around.

CYNTHIA:

John?

JOHN:

(offscreen)

In here!!

Cynthia walks to the bedroom, where John lies naked on the bed.

She smiles, kicking off her shoes.

CYNTHIA:

Ain't you a picture.

Cynthia begins taking her clothes off. She places her diamond

stud earring in her jacket pocket, and then drops the jacket

on the floor. She moves onto the bed with John.

ANN:

(voice over)

Maybe you'll understand this,

because you know John, but he

confuses me sometimes.

GRAHAM:

(voice over)

How do you mean?

16 INT. CAFÉ - DAY

Graham and Ann are having lunch. Ann looks to have had a lot

of wine. Graham drinks club soda with a twist.

ANN:

It's hard to explain. It's like...

John treats everybody the same,

you know? I mean, he acts just

as excited about seeing somebody

he hardly knows as he does when

he sees me. And so I feel like,

what's different about me, if I'm

treated exactly the same as some

acquaintance? If I don't like

somebody, I don't act like I do.

I guess that's why a lot of people

think I'm a bitch.

She takes a sip of wine.

GRAHAM:

Yeah, I know. I mean, I'm not

saying I know people think you're

a bitch, I'm saying I know what

you mean. And I don't even know

that people think you're a bitch.

Do they?

ANN:

I feel like they do.

GRAHAM:

Hmm. Well, maybe you are. Really,

I wouldn't pay much attention.

Ann smiles.

GRAHAM:

I know that I just don't feel a

connection with very many people,

so I don't waste time with people

I don't feel one with.

ANN:

Right, right. I don't feel

connected to many people, either.

Other than John.

Graham nods.

ANN:

Can I tell you something personal?

I feel like I can. It's something

I couldn't tell John. Or wouldn't,

anyway.

GRAHAM:

It's up to you. But I warn you,

if you tell me something personal,

I might do the same.

ANN:

Okay. I think...I think sex is

overrated. I think people place

way too much importance on it.

And I think that stuff about women

wanting it just as bad is crap.

I m not saying women don't want

it, I just don't think they want

it for the reason men think they

do.

(smiles)

I'm getting confused.

Graham smiles.

ANN:

Do you understand what I'm trying

to say?

GRAHAM:

I think so. I remember reading

somewhere that men learn to love

what they're attracted to, whereas

women become more and more

attracted to the person they love.

ANN:

Yes! Yes! I think that's very true.

Very.

Graham watches Ann take a sip of wine.

GRAHAM:

So what about kids?

ANN:

Kids? What about them?

GRAHAM:

Do you want them?

ANN:

Yeah, actually, I do. But John

doesn't. At least not right now.

GRAHAM:

Why is that?

ANN:

I don't know, he just said he wants

to wait. I quit asking.

Graham nods.

ANN:

So what's your personal thing?

Are you really going to tell me

something personal?

GRAHAM:

Do you want me to?

ANN:

As long as it's not...gross, you

know? Like some scar or something.

It has to be like mine, like

something about you.

GRAHAM:

Agreed.

Graham takes a sip of club soda.

GRAHAM:

I'm impotent.

Ann looks at him closely.

ANN:

You're what?

GRAHAM:

Impotent.

ANN:

You are?

GRAHAM:

Well, let me put it this way: I

cannot achieve an erection while

in the presence of another person.

So, for all practical purposes,

I am impotent.

Ann takes a large sip of wine. Graham lights a cigarette.

ANN:

Does it bother you?

GRAHAM:

(exhales)

Not usually. I mean, honestly,

I haven't known many guys that

could think straight with an

erection, so I feel I'm way ahead

of the game as far as being

clear-headed goes.

ANN:

Well...are you self-conscious about

it?

GRAHAM:

I am self-conscious, but not in

the same way that you are. You

have got to be the most attractive

self-conscious person I've ever

seen.

ANN:

Why do you say I'm self-conscious?

GRAHAM:

Well, I've been watching you. I've

watched you eat, I've watched you

speak, I've watched the way you

move, and I see somebody who is

extremely conscious of being looked

at. I think you really believe

that people are looking at you

all the time. And you know what?

ANN:

What?

GRAHAM:

They are looking at you. Ann, you

are truly breathtaking. I don't

know if you understand how your

appearance can affect people. Men

want to possess you, women wish

they looked like you. And those

that don't or can't resent you.

And the fact that you're a nice

person just makes it worse.

ANN:

(thinks)

My therapist said that--

GRAHAM:

You're in therapy?

ANN:

Aren't you?

GRAHAM:

Hah! No, I'm not. Actually, I used

to be, but the therapist I had

was really ineffectual in helping

me deal with my problems. Of

course, I lied to him constantly,

so I guess I can't hold him totally

responsible...

ANN:

So you don't believe in therapy?

GRAHAM:

I believe in it for some people.

I mean, for me it was silly, I

was confused going in. So I just

formed my own personal theory that

you should never take advice from

someone of the opposite sex that

doesn't know you intimately.

ANN:

Well, my therapist knows me

intimately.

GRAHAM:

(surprised)

You had sex with you therapist?

ANN:

Of course not.

GRAHAM:

Oh, see, I meant someone you've

had sex with. That's part of the

theory.

ANN:

Excuse me for asking, but how would

you know?

GRAHAM:

(smiles)

Well, I wasn't always impotent.

Ann takes another sip of wine and thinks for a moment.

ANN:

Now, you said never take advice

from someone that you don't know

intimately, right?

GRAHAM:

Basically, yes.

17 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Cynthia is leaving the house. She gives John a big kiss.

ANN:

(voice over)

So since I've never had sex with

you, by your own advice I shouldn't

accept your advice.

GRAHAM:

(voice over)

That's correct.

(pause)

Bit of a dilemma, isn't it?

Cynthia is not wearing her diamond stud earring.

18 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

ANN:

Well, I don't know. The week

started off okay, but then I was

outside watering the plants, and

I started feeling dizzy from the

heat and that got me thinking about

the Greenhouse Effect, so I went

inside and turned on the

air-conditioner full blast, and

that made me feel a little better

until I started thinking about

radon leakage coming up through

the floor, and--

DOCTOR:

Radon leakage?

ANN:

Yes, it's this radioactive gas

in the ground, and houses kind

of act like magnets to pull it

up, and--you've never heard of

this?

DOCTOR:

No, I haven't.

ANN:

Well, the cumulative effect is

not good, let me tell you.

(pause)

I knew I shouldn't have watered

those plants.

DOCTOR:

Did you confront John about the

visitor?

ANN:

What visitor?

DOCTOR:

The friend of John's that was

staying at your house.

ANN:

Oh, Graham. No, I didn't talk to

him about that. Actually, that

turned out to be pretty

interesting. I expected Graham

to be this...well, like John, you

know? I mean, he said they had

gone to school together, so I was

expecting lots of stories about

getting drunk and secret handshakes

and stuff. But he turned out to

be this...this kind of character,

I mean, he's kind of arty but okay,

you know?

DOCTOR:

Is he still at your house?

ANN:

No, he left last week.

DOCTOR:

Did you find him attractive?

ANN:

What do you mean, like physically?

DOCTOR:

Let me rephrase. Were you attracted

to him?

ANN:

(thinks)

I guess, but not because of the

way he looked or anything. He's

just so different, somebody new

to have a conversation with. I'm

just tired of talking to other

couples about whether or not

they're going to buy the station

wagon, you know? It's just boring.

I don't know, he was just

different. And he's really on about

truth a lot, being honest, and

I like that, I felt comfortable

around him.

(pause)

After he left I had a dream that

he signed a lease to rent our guest

room.

CYNTHIA:

(voice over)

So where's he from?

19 INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Ann stands watching Cynthia get dressed for work.

ANN:

I don't know. He went to school

here, then he was in New York for

awhile, then Philadelphia, and

then just kind of travelling

around.

CYNTHIA:

Must be nice. So, what's he like,

is he like John?

ANN:

No, not at all. Actually, I don't

think John likes him much anymore.

He said he thought Graham had

gotten strange.

A pause.

CYNTHIA:

Is he? Strange, I mean?

ANN:

Not really. Maybe if I just saw

him on the street I'd have said

that, but after talking to

him...he's just kind of...I don't

know, unusual.

CYNTHIA:

Uh-huh. So what's he look like?

ANN:

Why?

CYNTHIA:

I just want to know what he looks

like, is all.

ANN:

Why, so you can go after him?

CYNTHIA:

Jesus, Ann, get a life. I just

asked what he looked like.

Ann says nothing.

CYNTHIA:

Besides, even if I decided to fuck

his brains out, what business is

that of yours?

ANN:

Do you have to say that?

CYNTHIA:

What?

ANN:

You know what. You say it just

to irritate me.

CYNTHIA:

I say it because it's descriptive.

ANN:

Well, he doesn't strike me as the

kind of person that would go in

for that sort of thing, anyway.

CYNTHIA:

Ann, you always underestimate me.

ANN:

Well, I wonder why.

CYNTHIA:

I think you're afraid to put the

two of us in the same room

together. I think you're afraid

he'll be undeniably drawn to me.

ANN:

Oh, for God's sake. Really,

Cynthia, really, I don't think

he's your type.

CYNTHIA:

"My type"? What is this bullshit?

How would you know what "my type"

is?

ANN:

I have a pretty good idea.

CYNTHIA:

Ann, you don't have a clue. Look,

I don't even know why we're

discussing this, I'll just call

him myself.

ANN:

He doesn't have a phone.

CYNTHIA:

Well, I'll call him when he does.

ANN:

But he won't.

CYNTHIA:

What are you talking about?

ANN:

He's not getting a phone, he

doesn't like talking on the phone.

CYNTHIA:

Oh, please. Okay,' so give me the

Zen master's address, I'll think

of a reason to stop by.

ANN:

Let me talk to him first.

CYNTHIA:

Why? Just give me the address,

you won't even have to be involved.

ANN:

I don't feel right just giving

you the address so that you can

go over there and...

CYNTHIA:

And what?

ANN:

And...do whatever it is you do.

Cynthia laughs loudly. Ann, not happy, watches her dig through

the jewelry box.

ANN:

Lose something?

CYNTHIA:

That goddam diamond stud earring

that cost me a fucking fortune.

ANN:

Are you getting Mom something for

her birthday?

CYNTHIA:

I don't know, I'll get her a card

or something.

ANN:

A card? For her fiftieth birthday?

CYNTHIA:

What's wrong with that?

ANN:

Don't you think she deserves a

little more than a card? I mean,

the woman gave birth to you. It s

her fiftieth birthday--

CYNTHIA:

Will you stop? Jesus.

ANN:

I just thought it might--

CYNTHIA:

Okay, Ann, okay. How about this:

you buy her something nice, and

I'll pay for half. All right?

ANN:

Fine.

CYNTHIA:

Good. Now, if you'll pardon me,

I have to go to work.

20 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

ANN:

I was thinking maybe I shouldn't

be in therapy anymore.

DOCTOR:

What brought this on?

ANN:

I've been thinking about it for

awhile, and then I was talking

to somebody who kind of put things

in perspective for me.

DOCTOR:

(smiles)

I thought that's what I did. Who

was it that you talked to?

ANN:

That guy Graham I told you about.

He said taking advice from someone

you don't know intimately

was...well, he said a lot of stuff.

The Doctor exhales, thinking for a moment.

DOCTOR:

Ann, in life one has to be aware

of hidden agendas.

(pause)

Did it occur to you that Graham

may have his own reasons for not

wanting you to be in therapy?

ANN:

What do you mean? I don't

understand.

DOCTOR:

It's possible that Graham has

hidden motives for disliking

therapy and/or therapists. Perhaps

he has problems of his own that

he is unwilling to deal with, and

he would like to see other people,

you for instance, wallow in their

situation just as he does. Do you

think that's possible?

ANN:

I guess.

DOCTOR:

You understand that you are free

to leave therapy at any time?

ANN:

Yes.

DOCTOR:

That you are under no obligation

to me?

ANN:

Yes.

DOCTOR:

Do you want to leave therapy?

ANN:

Not really.

DOCTOR:

Do you feel there is more progress

to be made?

ANN:

Yes.

DOCTOR:

I'm glad you feel that way, because

I feel that way, too.

ANN:

But you don't have hidden motives

for feeling that way, right?

The Doctor laughs. Ann does not laugh with him.

21 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

On a television monitor we see images originating from an 8mm

Video deck. Graham sits naked in a sheet-covered chair facing

the screen. He watches the tape, which is footage of himself

interviewing a girl about her sexual preferences. The

photography on the tape is handheld, relentless. As the

questions get more detailed, Graham becomes more aroused.

There is a knock on Graham's door. He calmly shuts off the

videotape player and stands, wrapping the sheet around himself.

GRAHAM:

It's open.

Graham walks into the bedroom to put on some clothes. Ann opens

the door and walks into the apartment.

ANN:

Hi!

GRAHAM:

(off)

Ann. Hello.

ANN:

Are you in the middle of something?

GRAHAM:

(off)

Nothing I can't finish later.

ANN:

(looks)

I just wanted to see how the place

looked furnished.

GRAHAM:

(Off)

Not much to see, I'm afraid. I'm

sort of cultivating a minimalist

vibe.

ANN:

Somehow I imagined books. I thought

you would have like a whole lot

of books and be reading all the

time.

Graham enters.

GRAHAM:

I do read a lot. But I check

everything out of the library.

Graham picks up an Anais Nin diary and opens it to show Ann

the library sleeve inside.

GRAHAM:

Cheaper that way. And cuts down

on the clutter.

Ann walks to the table where the video gear is set up. Graham

watches her closely. She looks into a large box of 8mm

videotapes. On the side of each tape is a label. The labels

look like this:

DONNA / 11 DEC 86 / 1:07:36

And so on. There are thirty or forty tapes, total.

ANN:

What are these?

GRAHAM:

Videotapes.

ANN:

(smiles)

I can see that. What are they?

Graham exhales.

GRAHAM:

It's a personal project I'm working

on.

ANN:

What kind of personal project?

GRAHAM:

Oh, just a personal project like

anyone else's personal project.

Mine's just a little more personal.

ANN:

Who's Donna?

GRAHAM:

Donna?

ANN:

Donna. On this tape it says

"Donna".

GRAHAM:

(thinking)

Donna was a girl I knew in Florida.

ANN:

You went out with her?

GRAHAM:

Not really.

Ann looks in the box again.

ANN:

How come all these are girl's

names?

Graham thinks for a moment.

GRAHAM:

Because I enjoy interviewing women

more than men.

ANN:

All of these are interviews?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

ANN:

Can we look at one?

GRAHAM:

No.

ANN:

Why not?

GRAHAM:

Because I promised each subject

that no one would look at the tape

except me.

Ann looks at Graham for a long moment, then back at the tapes.

ANN:

What...what are these interviews

about?

GRAHAM:

The...interviews are about sex,

Ann.

ANN:

About sex?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

ANN:

What about sex?

GRAHAM:

Everything about sex.

ANN:

Like what?

GRAHAM:

Like what they've done, what they

do, what they don't do, what they

want to do but are afraid to ask

for, what they won't do even if

asked. Anything I can think of.

ANN:

You just ask them questions?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

ANN:

And they just answer them?

GRAHAM:

Mostly. Sometimes they do things.

ANN:

To you?

GRAHAM:

No, not to me, for me, for the

camera.

ANN:

(stunned)

I don't ...why...why do you do

this?

GRAHAM:

I'm sorry this came up.

ANN:

This is just...so...

GRAHAM:

Maybe you want to go.

ANN:

Yes, I do.

Ann nods and absently heads for the door. She gives Graham a

puzzled look before leaving.

22 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann is talking to Cynthia on the telephone.

ANN:

(still shaken)

I don't...he doesn't want you to

come over.

CYNTHIA:

What do you mean he doesn't want

me to come over? Did you tell him

about me?

ANN:

No, I didn't.

CYNTHIA:

Why not?

ANN:

Because I never got around to it.

CYNTHIA:

Well, why?

ANN:

Because. Cynthia, look, John was

right. Graham is strange. Very

strange. You don't want to get

involved with him.

CYNTHIA:

What the hell happened over there?

Did he make a pass at you?

ANN:

No!

CYNTHIA:

Then what's the story, what's this

"strange" bullshit all of a sudden?

Is he drowning puppies, or what?

ANN:

No, it's nothing like that.

CYNTHIA:

Well, what? Is he dangerous?

ANN:

No, he's not dangerous. Not

physically.

CYNTHIA:

Well, what, then?

ANN:

I don't want to talk about it.

CYNTHIA:

Then why'd you call me?

ANN:

I don't know.

Ann hangs up.

23 INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Cynthia gets out of the shower. The phone rings. She wraps

herself in a towel and lifts the receiver.

CYNTHIA:

Hello.

JOHN:

Cynthia. John.

CYNTHIA:

Not today. I've got other plans.

JOHN:

Oh.

(pause)

Well, when, then?

CYNTHIA:

How about inviting me over to

dinner?

JOHN:

You know what I mean.

CYNTHIA:

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Cynthia hangs up the phone.

24 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits smoking a cigarette. There is a knock at his door.

GRAHAM:

It's open.

Cynthia enters. Graham looks up at her.

GRAHAM:

Who are you?

CYNTHIA:

I'm Cynthia Bishop.

GRAHAM:

Do I know you?

CYNTHIA:

I'm Ann Millaney's sister.

GRAHAM:

The extrovert.

CYNTHIA:

(smiles)

She must have been in a good mood

when she said that. She usually

calls me loud.

GRAHAM:

She called you that, too. May I

ask why you re here?

CYNTHIA:

You want me to leave?

GRAHAM:

I just want to know why you're

here.

CYNTHIA:

Well, like I said, Ann is my

sister. Sisters talk. You can

imagine the rest.

GRAHAM:

No, I really can't. I find it

healthy never to characterize

people I don't know or

conversations I haven't heard.

I don't know what you and your

sister discussed about me or

anything else. Last time I saw

Ann she left here very...confused,

I would say. And upset.

CYNTHIA:

She still is.

GRAHAM:

And are you here to berate me for

making her that way?

CYNTHIA:

Nope.

GRAHAM:

She didn't tell you why she was

upset?

CYNTHIA:

Nope.

GRAHAM:

She didn't give you my address?

CYNTHIA:

Nope.

GRAHAM:

How did you find me?

CYNTHIA:

I, uh, know a guy at the power

company.

GRAHAM:

I don't understand. Why did you

want to come here? I mean, I can't

imagine Ann painted a very

flattering portrait of me.

CYNTHIA:

Well, I don't really listen to

her when it comes to men. I mean,

look at John, for crissake. Oh,

you went to school with him didn't

you? You're probably friends or

something.

GRAHAM:

Nope. I think the man is a liar.

CYNTHIA:

(smiles)

I think you're right. So come on,

I came all the way over here to

find out what got Ann so spooked,

tell me what happened.

GRAHAM:

(smiles)

Spooked.

He motions to the box of videotapes.

GRAHAM:

That box of tapes is what got Ann

so "spooked".

Cynthia goes over to the box and looks inside for a long moment,

studying the labels.

CYNTHIA:

Oh, okay. I think I get it.

GRAHAM:

What do you get?

CYNTHIA:

Well, they must be something

sexual, because Ann gets freaked

out by that shit. Are these tapes

of you having sex with these girls

or something?

GRAHAM:

Not exactly.

CYNTHIA:

Well, either you are or you aren't.

Which is it?

GRAHAM:

Why don't you let me tape you?

CYNTHIA:

Doing what?

GRAHAM:

Talking.

CYNTHIA:

About what?

GRAHAM:

Sex. Your sexual history, your

sexual preferences.

CYNTHIA:

What makes you think I'd discuss

that with you?

GRAHAM:

Nothing.

CYNTHIA:

You just want to ask me questions?

GRAHAM:

I just want to ask you questions.

CYNTHIA:

And that's all?

GRAHAM:

That's all.

CYNTHIA:

(a crooked smile)

Is this how you get off or

something? Taping women talking

about their sexual experiences?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

CYNTHIA:

Would anybody else see the tape?

GRAHAM:

Absolutely not. They are for my

private use only.

CYNTHIA:

How do we start?

GRAHAM:

I turn on the camera. You start

talking.

CYNTHIA:

And you ask questions, right?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

CYNTHIA:

How long will it take?

GRAHAM:

That depends on you. One woman

only used three minutes. Another

filled up three two hour tapes.

CYNTHIA:

Can I see some of the other tapes

to get an idea of what--

GRAHAM:

No.

CYNTHIA:

(thinks)

Do I sit or stand?

GRAHAM:

Whichever you prefer.

CYNTHIA:

I'd rather sit. Are you ready?

GRAHAM:

Just a moment.

Graham grabs his 8mm Video camera, puts in a new tape, and turns

it on.

GRAHAM:

I am now recording. Tell me your

name.

CYNTHIA:

Cynthia Patrice Bishop.

GRAHAM:

Describe for me your first sexual

experience.

CYNTHIA:

My first sexual experience or the

first time I had intercourse?

GRAHAM:

Your first sexual experience.

CYNTHIA:

(thinks)

I was...eight years old. Michael

Green, who was also eight, asked

if he could watch me take a pee.

I said he could if I could watch

him take one, too. He said okay,

and then we went into the woods

behind our house. I got this

feeling he was chickening out

because he kept saying, "Ladies

first!" So I pulled down my

underpants and urinated, and he

ran away before I even finished.

GRAHAM:

Was it ever a topic of conversation

between the two of you afterward?

CYNTHIA:

No. He kind of avoided me for the

rest of the summer, and then his

family moved away. To Cleveland,

actually.

GRAHAM:

How unfortunate. So when did you

finally get to see a penis?

CYNTHIA:

When I was fourteen.

GRAHAM:

Live, or in a photograph or film

of some sort?

CYNTHIA:

Very much live.

GRAHAM:

What did you think? Did it look

like you expected?

CYNTHIA:

Not really. I didn't picture it

with veins or ridges or anything,

I thought it would be smooth, like

a test tube.

GRAHAM:

Were you disappointed?

CYNTHIA:

No. If anything, after I looked

at it awhile, it got more

interesting. It had character,

you know?

GRAHAM:

What about when you touched it?

What did you expect it to feel

like, and then what did it really

feel like?

CYNTHIA:

It was warmer than I thought it

would be, and the skin was softer

than it looked. It's weird.

Thinking about it now, the organ

itself seemed like a separate

thing, a separate entity to me.

I mean, after he pulled it out

and I could look at it and touch

it, I completely forgot that there

was a guy attached to it. I

remember literally being startled

when the guy spoke to me.

GRAHAM:

What did he say?

CYNTHIA:

He said that my hand felt good.

GRAHAM:

Then what happened?

CYNTHIA:

Then I started moving my hand,

and then he stopped talking.

25 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Cynthia, adjusting her clothes, opens the door to leave. She

looks very aroused. She and Graham do not speak or touch.

26 INT. LAW OFFICES -- DAY

John Millaney picks up a telephone and presses a blinking

button.

JOHN:

John Millaney.

CYNTHIA:

I want to see you.

JOHN:

When?

CYNTHIA:

Right now.

JOHN:

Jesus, I don't know if I can get

away. I've got a client waiting.

I'd have to do some heavy duty

juggling.

CYNTHIA:

Then get those balls in the air

and get your butt over here.

She hangs up. John thinks a moment, then hits his intercom

button.

JOHN:

Janet, re-schedule Kirkland, see

if he can come in Friday. Smooth

things out, tell him an emergency

came up. I'll slip out the back.

27 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham watches Cynthia's tape, becoming excited.

CYNTHIA:

(voice on tape)

Would you like me to take my pants

off?

GRAHAM:

(voice on tape)

If you wish.

(pause)

You're not wearing any underwear.

CYNTHIA:

(voice on tape)

Do you like the way I look?

GRAHAM:

(voice on tape)

Yes.

CYNTHIA:

(voice On tape)

Do you think I'm pretty?

GRAHAM:

(voice on tape)

Yes.

CYNTHIA:

(voice on tape)

Prettier than Ann?

GRAHAM:

(voice on tape)

Different.

28 INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Cynthia and John are having sex.

CYNTHIA:

(to Graham, voice on

tape)

John doesn't have sex with Ann

anymore.

GRAHAM:

(voice On tape)

Is that what he tells you?

CYNTHIA:

(voice on tape)

He doesn't have to tell me.

Cynthia has an intense orgasm. She rolls off of John, sweating.

JOHN:

Jesus Christ. You are on fire

today.

Cynthia smiles.

CYNTHIA:

Yes. You can go now.

DOCTOR:

(voice over)

If you won't talk to me, I can't

help you.

A moment of silence. John is starting to put his clothes on.

Cynthia lies in bed, her eyes closed, her face serene.

ANN:

(voice over)

I hate my sister.

29 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

DOCTOR:

Why?

ANN:

(rambling)

Because all she thinks about are

these guys she's after and I just

hate her she's such a little slut

I thought that in high school and

I think that now. Why do people

have to be so obsessed with sex all

what's the big damn deal? I mean,

it's okay and everything, but I

don't understand when people let

it control them, control their

lives, why do they do that?

30 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Ann lies awake in bed beside John, who is sound asleep.

DOCTOR:

(voice over)

There are many things that can

exert control over one's life,

good and bad. Religion, greed,

philanthropy, drugs.

ANN:

(voice over)

I know, but this...I just feel

like everybody I know right now

is obsessed with sex.

Ann looks over at John. She slowly reaches under the covers

and grasps his penis. Without waking, he rolls over and turns

his back to her. She returns to looking at the ceiling.

ANN:

(voice over)

Except John, I guess.

31 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann is talking to Cynthia on the phone. Ann looks very morose.

CYNTHIA:

He just asked me questions.

ANN:

What kinds of questions?

CYNTHIA:

Questions about sex.

ANN:

Well, like what did he ask,

exactly?

A pause.

CYNTHIA:

Well, like, I don't want to tell

you, exactly.

ANN:

Oh, so you'll let a total stranger

record your sexual life on tape,

but you won't tell your own sister?

CYNTHIA:

Apparently.

ANN:

Did he ask you to take your clothes

off?

CYTNHIA:

Did he ask me to take my clothes

off? No, he didn't.

ANN:

Did you take your clothes off?

CYNTHIA:

Yes, I did.

ANN:

(floored)

Cynthia!

CYNTHIA:

What!?

ANN:

Why did you do that?

CYNTHIA:

Because I wanted to.

ANN:

But why did you want to?

CYNTHIA:

I wanted him to see me.

ANN:

Cynthia, who knows where that tape

may end up? He could be...bouncing

it off some satellite or something.

Some horny old men in South America

or something could be watching

it.

CYNTHIA:

He wouldn't do that.

ANN:

You don't know that for sure.

CYNTHIA:

Well, it's too late now, isn't

it?

ANN:

Did he touch you?

CYNTHIA:

No, but I did.

ANN:

You touched him?

CYTNHIA:

No, I touched me.

ANN:

Wait a minute. Do you mean...don't

tell me you...in front of him.

CYNTHIA:

In front of him, Ann, yes.

ANN:

(serious)

You are in trouble.

CYNTHIA:

(laughs)

Listen to you!! You sound like

Mom. What are you talking about?

ANN:

(outraged)

I can t believe you did that!!

CYNTHIA:

Why?

ANN:

I mean, I couldn't do that in front

of John, even.

CYNTHIA:

You couldn't do it, period.

ANN:

You know what I mean, you don't

even know him!

CYNTHIA:

I feel like I do.

ANN:

That doesn't mean you do. You can't

possibly trust him,

he's...perverted.

CYNTHIA:

He's harmless. He just sits around

and looks at these tapes. What's

the big deal?

ANN:

So he's got this catalogue of women

touching themselves? That doesn't

make you feel weird?

CYNTHIA:

No. I don't think they all did

what I did.

ANN:

You are in serious trouble.

CYNTHIA:

Ann, I don't understand why this

freaks you out so much. You didn't

do it, I did, and if it doesn't

bother me, why should it bother

you?

ANN:

I don't want to discuss it.

CYNTHIA:

Then why do you keep asking about

it?

32 INT. LOUNGE -- DAY

A sparse daytime crowd. Cynthia serves a beer to some DUDE.

He puts the money down on the bar and looks at her.

DUDE:

(as Marlon Brando)

Are you an assassin?

CYTNHIA:

Excuse me?

DUDE:

(still Brando)

You're an errand boy...sent by

grocery clerks...to collect a bill.

Ann enters the lounge, carrying a package.

DUDE:

(to Cynthia)

Brando, it's Brando, come on.

CYNTHIA:

It's great. Pardon me.

Cynthia moves down the bar to meet Ann.

ANN:

I wish you'd get an answering

machine.

CYTNHIA:

There's a phone here.

ANN:

It was busy.

Ann opens the package, revealing a lovely sun dress.

ANN:

Here it is.

CYNTHIA:

What is it?

ANN:

It's a sun dress.

CYNTHIA:

It looks like a tablecloth.

ANN:

It does not.

CYTNHIA:

Well, why would she want a sun

dress? She's got spots on her

shoulders and varicose veins.

ANN:

So will you, someday.

CYNTHIA:

Yeah, and when I do, I won't be

wearing sun dresses.

The lounge phone rings.

ANN:

I was just trying to--

CYNTHIA:

Hold on.

Cynthia walks to the other end of the bar to answer the phone.

The Dude watches her pass. Then he turns to Ann and gives her

the once-over. He spots the present.

DUDE:

Nice dress.

Ann says nothing.

DUDE:

Wanna hear my Walter Matthau?

You'll love this.

(as Matthau)

"Feeelix, what are you, craaazee?"

(back to normal)

Pretty good, huh?

Cynthia picks up the phone.

CYNTHIA:

Hello.

JOHN:

Cynthia. John.

CYNTHIA:

Well, this is timely. Your wife

is here, would you like to speak

to her?

JOHN:

She's there? What's she doing

there?

CYTNHIA:

She came by to show me a present

that she and I are buying for your

mother-in-law.

JOHN:

Oh. When can I see you?

CYNTHIA:

I don't know. I'm not sure I can

duplicate the level of intensity

I had the other day.

JOHN:

Nothing wrong with trying.

CYNTHIA:

I don't think my sister would

agree.

A pause.

JOHN:

Do you want me to stop calling?

CYNTHIA:

Look, I'll call you, okay?

Cynthia hangs up and walks back to Ann.

CYNTHIA:

So what's my share of the dress?

ANN:

Thirty-two dollars.

Cynthia pulls thirty-five bucks out of her jeans. She watches

Ann put the money away.

CYNTHIA:

Look, don't worry about the dress,

I'm sure she'll love it.

DUDE:

(to Ann and Cynthia)

Hey!! How about Tom Brokaw? Nobody

does Brokaw.

(as Tom Brokaw)

"In Iran today..."

33 SCENE DELETED

34 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits reading a book. There is a knock at his door.

GRAHAM:

It s open.

Cynthia enters the room, looking very intent on something.

GRAHAM:

Hello.

CYNTHIA:

Hi.

Graham sets his book down. He looks at her for a moment, then

drags on his cigarette.

CYNTHIA:

Look, I'm just going to come right

out and tell you why I'm here,

okay?

GRAHAM:

Okay.

CYNTHIA:

I'd like to make another tape.

Graham thinks for a moment.

GRAHAM:

No.

CYNTHIA:

No? Not even one more?

GRAHAM:

I never do more than one. I'm

sorry.

CYNTHIA:

I can't talk you into it?

GRAHAM:

No. You'll have to get somebody

else.

CYNTHIA:

Now who the hell is going to do

that for me?

GRAHAM:

I'm sure a substantial number of

men in this town would volunteer.

CYNTHIA:

But I want you to do it, I want

somebody who will ask the right

questions and everything, somebody

I can play to and feel safe because

you can't do anything.

GRAHAM:

Ouch. Okay, I deserved that.

Cynthia, don't you understand?

After the first time it's just

not spontaneous. There's no edge

anymore. Look at the tapes, there

is only one date on each label.

I have never taped anyone twice.

CYNTHIA:

So make an exception.

GRAHAM:

No.

CYNTHIA:

How about if you record over the

one we already made? You could

have the same date and not use

another tape. Who would know?

GRAHAM:

I would.

CYNTHIA:

Well, what the hell am I supposed

to do?

GRAHAM:

Cynthia, I don't know.

CYNTHIA:

I can't believe you're doing this

after I let you tape me.

GRAHAM:

I'm sorry. I can't do it.

CYNTHIA:

Goddamit, give me my tape, then.

GRAHAM:

No.

Cynthia heads for the tape box. Graham leaps up to stop her.

CYNTHIA:

(digging through the

box)

It's my fucking tape, you asshole--

Graham grabs her wrists momentarily.

GRAHAM:

(heated)

No!! I told you what the parameters

were and you agreed. It's my tape.

I look at it, I touch it, nobody

else.

Cynthia and Graham look at each other for a long moment.

GRAHAM:

Please go, I'd like you to go now.

Cynthia looks at him.

CYNTHIA:

Sure, okay.

She leaves.

35 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

John and Ann lie in bed. The lights are out. Ann is wide awake,

while John is on the verge of sleep. He rolls over and puts his

arm around her. She gets up and sits in a chair opposite the

bed.

ANN:

John?

JOHN:

Mmmmm...

ANN:

I called you Tuesday at 3:30 and

they said you weren't in. Do you

remember where you were?

CUT TO:

36 INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

John and Cynthia are in Cynthia's bed, kissing. On the floor,

John's watch reads 3:11 pm.

CUT BACK TO:

37 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

JOHN:

Tuesday. I had a late lunch.

ANN:

Did you see a message to call me

when you got back in?

CUT TO:

38 EXT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

John leaves Cynthia's house and drives straight home, greeting

Ann as he steps through the front door.

CUT BACK TO:

39 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

JOHN:

Yes. I just got busy.

ANN:

That's interesting, because I

didn't leave a message.

John is waking up a little.

JOHN:

Then maybe I saw an old message.

There are a lot of them on my desk,

you know.

ANN:

Who'd you have lunch with?

JOHN:

I ate by myself.

A pause.

JOHN:

Something wrong?

ANN:

Are you having an affair?

JOHN:

Jesus Christ, where'd that come

from? I have a late lunch by

myself and now I'm fucking

somebody?

ANN:

Well, are you?

JOHN:

No, I'm not. Frankly, I'm offended

at the accusation.

ANN:

If I'm right, I want to know.

I don't want you to lie. I'd be

very upset, but not as upset as

if I'd found out you'd been lying.

JOHN:

There's nothing to know, Ann.

ANN:

I can't tell you how upset I would

be if you were lying.

JOHN:

Ann, you are completely paranoid.

Not ten minutes ago I wanted to

make love for the first time in

weeks, and you act like I'm dipped

in shit. You know, I think there

are a lot of women that would be

glad to have a young, straight

male making a pretty good living

beside them in bed with a hard

on.

ANN:

My sister, for one. Is that who

it is?

JOHN:

For God's sake, Ann, I am not

fucking your sister. I don't find

her that attractive, for one.

ANN:

Is that supposed to comfort me?

JOHN:

I was just saying, you know? I

didn't get paranoid when you didn't

want to make love. I could have

easily assumed that you didn't

want to because you were having

an affair.

ANN:

But I'm not.

JOHN:

I'm not either!!

ANN:

Why don't I believe you?

JOHN:

Look, this conversation is utterly

ridiculous. Maybe when you have

some evidence, we should talk,

but don't give me conjecture and

intuition.

ANN:

Always the lawyer.

JOHN:

Goddam right. I mean, can you

imagine:
"Your honor, I'm positive

this man is guilty. I can't place

him at the scene or establish a

motive, but I have this really

strong feeling."

ANN:

You've made your point.

JOHN:

I'm sorry. It's just...I'm under

a lot of pressure with this

Kirkland thing, it's my first big

case as junior partner, and I work

all day, I come home, I look

forward to seeing you, and...it

hurts that you accuse me like that.

A pause. Ann exhales.

ANN:

I'm sorry, too. I...I get these

ideas in my head, you know, and

I have nothing to do all day but

sit around and concoct these

intricate scenarios. And then

I want to believe it so I don't

think I've wasted the whole day.

Last week I was convinced you were

having an affair with Cynthia,

I don't know why.

JOHN:

I don't, either. I mean, Cynthia,

of all people. She's so...

ANN:

Loud.

JOHN:

Yeah. Jeez, give me some credit.

ANN:

I didn't say it was rational, I

just said I was convinced.

JOHN:

Isn't therapy helping at all?

ANN:

I don't know. Sometimes I feel

stupid babbling about my little

problems while children are

starving in the world.

JOHN:

Quitting your therapy won't feed

the children of Ethiopia.

ANN:

I know.

A pause.

ANN:

You never used to say "fucking".

40 SCENE DELETED

41 INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

John sits on the edge of Cynthia's bed, slowly undressing.

JOHN:

It's just so blatantly stupid,

I have a hard time believing you

did it.

CYNTHIA:

What's so stupid about it?

JOHN:

That you...you don't even know

the guy.

CYNTHIA:

Well, you know him, he's a friend

of yours, do you think he can be

trusted?

JOHN:

Shit, after what you've told me,

I don't know. I should've known,

when he showed up dressed like

some arty brat.

CYNTHIA:

I like the way he dresses.

JOHN:

What if this tape gets into the

wrong hands?

CYNTHIA:

"The wrong hands"? We're not

talking about military secrets,

John. They're just tapes that he

makes so he can sit around and

get off.

JOHN:

Jesus Christ. And he doesn't have

sex with any of them? They just

talk?

CYNTHIA:

Right.

JOHN:

Jesus. I could almost understand

it if he was screwing these people,

almost. Why doesn't he just buy

some magazines or porno movies

or something?

CYNTHIA:

Doesn't work. He has to know the

people, he has to be able to

interact with them.

JOHN:

Interact, fine, but did you have

to masturbate in front of him,

for God's sake? I mean...

A pause.

CYNTHIA:

I felt like it, so what? Goddam,

you and Ann make such a big deal

out of it.

JOHN:

You told Ann about this?

CYNTHIA:

Of course. She is my sister. I

tell her almost everything.

JOHN:

I wish you hadn't done that.

CYNTHIA:

Why not?

JOHN:

It's just something I'd prefer

she didn't know about.

CYNTHIA:

She's a grown-up, she can handle

it.

JOHN:

I just...Ann is very...

CYNTHIA:

Hung up.

JOHN:

It just wasn't a smart thing to

do. Did you sign any sort of

paper, or did he have any contract

with you saying he wouldn't

broadcast these tapes?

CYNTHIA:

No.

JOHN:

You realize you have no recourse

legally? This stuff could show

up anywhere.

CYNTHIA:

It won't. I trust him.

JOHN:

(disbelieving)

You trust him.

CYNTHIA:

Yeah, I do. A helluva lot more

than I trust you.

JOHN:

What do you mean?

CYNTHIA:

Exactly what I said. I'd trust

him before I'd trust you. How much

clearer can I be?

JOHN:

It hurts that you would say that

to me.

CYNTHIA:

(laughs)

Oh, please. Come on, John. You're

fucking your wife's sister and

you hardly been married a year.

You're a liar. But at least I know

you're a liar. It's the people that

don't know, like Ann, that have to

watch out.

JOHN:

By definition you're lying to Ann,

too.

CYNTHIA:

That's right. But I never took

a vow in front of God and everybody

to be "faithful" to my sister.

JOHN:

Look, are we going to do it or

not?

CYNTHIA:

Actually, no, I've changed my mind.

I shouldn't have called.

JOHN:

(ingratiating)

Well, I'm here now. I'd like to

do something...

CYNTHIA:

How about straightening up the

living room?

John doesn't smile.

CYNTHIA:

Come on, John. You should be happy,

we've gone this far without Ann

finding out, I'm making it real

easy on you. Just walk out of here

and I'll see you at your house

for a family dinner sometime.

JOHN:

Did he put you up to this?

CYNTHIA:

Who?

JOHN:

Graham.

CYNTHIA:

No, he didn't put me up to this.

Jesus, I don't need people to tell

me what I should do. I've just

been thinking about things, that's

all.

JOHN:

I can't believe I let him stay

in my house. Right under my nose.

That deviant fucker was right under

my nose and I didn't see him.

CYNTHIA:

If he had been under your prick

you'd have spotted him for sure.

JOHN:

(looks at her)

God, you...you're mean.

CYNTHIA:

I know. Will you please leave now?

JOHN:

Maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe

I want to talk.

CYNTHIA:

John, we have nothing to talk

about.

JOHN:

I knew it, I knew it. Things are

getting complicated.

CYNTHIA:

No, John, things are getting real

simple.

42 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann, dressed in some of John's work clothes (old cotton shirt,

khaki pants) is cleaning the house. Not cleaning like a normal

person, but like an obsessive/compulsive person. Scrubbing spots

that are already clean, vacuuming the same area of rug over

and over, etc. Suddenly, an object lodges itself in the snout

of the vacuum cleaner, making a loud noise. Shutting the machine

off, Ann turns it over and sees that Cynthia's diamond stud

earring has gotten hooked in the take-up roller.

Ann stares at Cynthia's earring for a long moment.

CUT TO:

Cynthia picking up her jacket from beside the bed after having

sex with John. The earring slips out of the pocket and bounces

under the edge of the bed.

CUT BACK TO:

Ann as she sets the earring onto the floor and begins to pound

it with the bottom of a water glass, trying to smash it to

pieces. She soon realizes the futility of trying to break a

diamond.

Ann looks down at herself. Suddenly realizing that she is

dressed in John's clothing, she frantically rips the shirt and

pants from her body as though the material were burning her

skin. Popped buttons skid across the floor.

Clothed only in her bra and underwear, Ann sits in the middle

of the bedroom floor, arms around herself.

43 EXT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann, now in jeans and t-shirt, stumbles to her car. Once inside,

she jams the key into the ignition and rests her head against

the steering wheel.

44 EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Ann lifts her head from the steering wheel and looks up. She

looks almost surprised to find that she has driven to Graham's.

Slowly, she gets out of the car.

45 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits reading.

There is a weak knock at the door. Graham listens, not sure he

heard anything. There is a second weak knock.

GRAHAM:

It's open!

Nothing happens. Graham gets up and opens the door himself.

Ann stands against the wall of the hallway, her head down, her

breathing deliberate. Concerned, Graham slowly begins to lead

her inside. Impulsively, she hugs him tightly.

Unaccustomed to physical contact, Graham's hands hang awkwardly

at his side. Ann slowly pulls back from the embrace and sits

down. Graham goes to the kitchen area and gets her a glass of

water. He gives it to her and sits in the chair opposite. Ann

holds the glass in her hand, staring at it.

GRAHAM:

It's bottled, not tap.

A weak smile from Ann. She drinks, swallowing with difficulty.

ANN:

I'm not sure why I came here. I

had kind of decided not to talk

to you after...you know.

GRAHAM:

I know.

A pause.

ANN:

That son of a bitch.

Ann looks at Graham.

ANN:

(sarcastic)

John and Cynthia have been...

"fucking".

GRAHAM:

I know.

ANN:

(stunned)

You know?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

ANN:

How did you know?

GRAHAM:

She said it on her tape.

ANN:

(angry)

Why didn't you tell me?

GRAHAM:

Ann, when would I have told you?

We were not speaking, if you

recall.

Ann says nothing.

GRAHAM:

But even if we had been speaking,

I wouldn't have told you.

ANN:

Why not?

GRAHAM:

It's not my place to tell you these

things, Ann. You have to find out

by yourself or from John directly.

You have to trust me on this.

Ann shakes her head.

ANN:

My life is...shit. It's all shit.

It's like somebody saying, "Okay,

chairs are not chairs, they're

actually swimming pools" I mean,

nothing is what I thought it was.

What happened to me? Have I been

asleep? I vaguely remember the

wedding, but a lot of it is just

a blur...like I was watching

from a distance. I can't believe

him. Why didn't I trust my

intuition?

Graham says nothing.

ANN:

And I'm vacuuming his goddam rug.

His rug, that he paid to have put

in his house. Nothing in that place

belongs to me. I wanted to put

some of my grandmother's furniture

in it, but he wouldn't let me.

So I m vacuuming his rug. That

bastard.

Ann looks at Graham.

ANN:

I want to make a tape.

A pause.

GRAHAM:

Do you think that's such a good

idea?

ANN:

Don't you want to make one?

GRAHAM:

Yes. But I sense the element of

revenge here.

ANN:

What difference does it make why

I do it?

GRAHAM:

I want you to be aware of what

you're doing and why, because I

know that this is not the sort

of thing you would do in a normal

frame of mind.

ANN:

What would you know about a normal

frame of mind?

GRAHAM:

(impressed)

That's a good question.

ANN:

What do you have to do to get

ready?

GRAHAM:

Load a new tape, turn the camera

on.

ANN:

Then do it.

Graham opens a new box of videotapes.

ANN:

How do you pay for all this? I

mean, rent, and tapes and this

equipment.

GRAHAM:

I have money.

ANN:

What will you do when the money

runs out?

GRAHAM:

It won't. Are you ready?

ANN:

Yes.

Graham turns the camera on.

GRAHAM:

Tell me your name.

ANN:

Ann Bishop Millaney.

CUT TO BLACK:

THEN CUT TO:

46 EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DUSK

Street lights are illuminated. Night is imminent.

47 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DUSK

Graham stops the video recorder. The record meter is stopped at

46:
02.

Ann sits beside Graham on the couch. She looks into his eyes,

stroking his hair.

After a moment, she gets up to leave.

48 INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

John is talking on the phone as Ann walks through the door.

He mumbles an apology into the receiver and hangs up as Ann

moves to the couch, her expression calm.

JOHN:

(worried)

Jesus Christ! What the hell

happened? I came home and

your car was gone, the door

was open, I thought for sure

you'd been abducted by some mad

fucker, I was literally just

calling the cops when you walked

in. What happened?

ANN:

I want out of this marriage.

JOHN:

(genuinely shocked)

What?

ANN:

(looks at him)

I want out of this marriage.

JOHN:

Why?

ANN:

We'll call it uncontested or

whatever. I just want out.

John moves to sit beside her on the couch. Ann does not look

at him.

JOHN:

(conciliatory)

Ann, honey, please, tell me what's

wrong. Don't just say you want

out and leave me wondering. You

can't just go without telling me

why.

Ann turns to look at him for a moment, then turns away.

ANN:

Fuck you. I can do what I want.

John's mouth literally hangs open in shock. He is dumbstruck.

ANN:

I'll stay at my mother's.

John gets up from the couch and begins pacing.

JOHN:

Where did you go when you left

here?

ANN:

I drove around. Then I went to

talk with Graham.

John smacks his hand on his leg.

JOHN:

Goddammit, goddammit!! That son

of a bitch!!

(thinking)

Well, at least I know you didn't

fuck him.

ANN:

No, but I wanted to. I really

wanted to, partially just to piss

you off.

John is seething.

JOHN:

You're leaving me for him, aren't

you? Well, that makes a sad sort

of sense. He can't, and you won't.

ANN:

I'm not going to discuss this with

you anymore. You're making no

sense.

John walks over to Ann.

JOHN:

Did you make one of those goddam

tapes?

Ann says nothing.

JOHN:

Answer me, godammit!! Did you make

one of those tapes?

ANN:

Yes!

John explodes, hitting the wall all around Ann. She cowers

beneath the storm.

John bolts from the house.

ANN:

DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!!!

49 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Graham stands in the middle of the room with a cigarette in

his mouth, trying to teach himself to moonwalk.

50 EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

John screeches to a halt, parking haphazardly. He gets out of

the car and runs to Graham's apartment.

51 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

John bursts through the door without bothering to knock. Graham

looks up, startled. Before he can even react, John has him by

the lapels.

GRAHAM:

Hi, John.

JOHN:

Where are the tapes, Graham?

GRAHAM:

What tapes?

JOHN:

You know which tapes! Where are

they?

GRAHAM:

John, as a lawyer, you should know

that those tapes are private

property.

JOHN:

So is my wife, asshole!!

GRAHAM:

She's not property, John, she's a

person. Were you just going to

keep right on lying to her?

JOHN:

What the hell do you think? I

love Ann. You think I'm going to

tell her about Cynthia and hurt

her feelings like that?

GRAHAM:

God, you need help.

JOHN:

I need help? Whose sitting by

himself in a room choking his

chauncey to a bunch of videotapes,

Graham? Not me, buddy. You're the

fucking nut. Now show me those

tapes.

GRAHAM:

No.

JOHN:

I'm not kidding, Graham, you'd

better do what I say. Give me those

tapes.

GRAHAM:

No.

John punches Graham in the jaw, knocking him to the floor.

Graham feels his mouth for blood as John picks him up by the

shirt.

JOHN:

Graham, I swear to Christ I'll

kill your scrawny ass. Now give

me those tapes.

GRAHAM:

No.

John roughly pushes Graham into one of the director's chairs,

which topples over and throws Graham to the floor once again.

John looks around. He sees the boxes of tapes and begins to

go through the contents. Graham gets up and runs over to stop

him.

GRAHAM:

Get away from those!! They belong

to me!!

Graham and John struggle. John hits Graham in the stomach and

pushes him to the floor.

JOHN:

Give me your keys.

GRAHAM:

My keys?

John bends over and starts going through Graham's pockets.

JOHN:

Your keys, asshole!! Your two

fucking keys!! Give them to me!!

GRAHAM:

I'm not going to give you my keys.

John beats Graham until Graham can offer no resistance. He then

drags Graham into the hallway and leaves him there.

John then locks himself inside Graham's apartment.

John walks over to the boxes of videotapes and begins to search

through them spastically. He finds both Cynthia and Ann's tapes.

After a brief deliberation, he decides to watch Ann's. He turns

on the player and the monitor. After pulling a chair up to the

screen, John presses the button marked "play".

In the hallway, Graham drags himself to the door of his

apartment. Putting his ear to the inlet, he strains to hear

what is going on inside.

John watches the monitor come to life.

The image is Ann, sitting in a chair.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Tell me your name.

ANN:

(on tape)

Ann Bishop Millaney.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

You are married, correct?

JOHN:

Goddam right.

ANN:

(on tape)

Yes.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Who usually initiates sex?

John's jaw tightens.

JOHN:

Bastard...

ANN:

(on tape)

He does.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Do you talk to him?

ANN:

(on tape)

When we're making love?

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Yes.

ANN:

(on tape)

Sometimes. Afterward.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Does he go down on you?

JOHN:

(shouting at Graham)

You son of a bitch!!

ANN:

(on tape)

Not very often.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

I would.

John is literally so mad he can't speak. He watches the screen

in mute anger, his hands wrapped tightly around the arms of

the chair. Graham still listens from the hallway.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Have you ever wanted to make love

to someone other than your husband?

JOHN:

Goddamit...

Ann hesitates.

JOHN:

(to Ann's image)

Answer him, goddammit!!

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

You're hesitating. I think that

means you have.

JOHN:

(to Graham on tape)

Shut up!!!

ANN:

(on tape)

You don't know what I'm thinking.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

It's a simple question. Have you

ever thought of having--making

love with someone other than your

husband?

John leans forward.

ANN:

(on tape)

Is he going to see this?

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Absolutely not.

A sarcastic chuckle from John. In the hallway, Graham furrows

his brow.

ANN:

(on tape)

I have thought about it, yes.

JOHN:

(to Ann's image)

You bitch. I knew it.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Did you have sex before you were

married?

ANN:

(on tape)

Yes.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Did the person you made love with

satisfy you more than your husband?

JOHN:

(to Graham)

God damn you!!

ANN:

(on tape)

Yes.

John stands and throws his chair against the door. Graham, still

listening at the door, is startled.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

And you have thought about...making

love to that person again since

you ve been married?

John watches the monitor, his eyes beginning to water.

ANN:

(on tape)

I don't see what difference it

makes, I mean, I can think what

I want.

(pause)

I don't know if I want to do this

anymore, I'm afraid...I don't mind

answering the questions so much,

but if somebody were to see this...

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

At some level, I don't understand

your nervousness. Have you decided

to leave John?

Ann thinks. John watches.

ANN:

(on tape)

Yes, I have. I will.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Then as far as this taping goes,

you have nothing to worry about.

ANN:

(on tape)

I guess not.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Do you want me to stop?

John, absorbed in the image, absently shakes his head.

ANN:

(on tape)

No.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Are there people other than your

previous lover that you have

fantasized about?

A pause.

ANN:

(on tape)

Yes. Whenever...all right, look.

Whenever I see a man that I think

is attractive, I wonder what it

would be like with him, I mean,

I'm just curious, I don't act on

it, but I hate that I think that!!

I wish I could just forget about

that stuff!!

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Why?

ANN:

(on tape)

Because that's how Cynthia thinks!!

All she does is think about that

stuff, and I hate that, I don't

want to be like her, I don't want

to be like her!!

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

You're not like your sister. You

couldn't be like her if you wanted

to.

ANN:

(on tape)

I know. Deep down, I know that.

It just bothers me, when I have

feelings or impulses that she has.

John picks up the chair he threw and sets it upright. He sits

down and watches the screen impassively. Graham still listens

from outside.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

So you do fantasize?

ANN:

(on tape)

Yes.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

About who?

ANN:

(on tape)

I fantasized about you.

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

About me?

ANN:

(on tape)

Yes.

A pause.

ANN:

(on tape)

Have you fantasized about me?

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

I thought I made that clear before,

when I said I would go down on

you.

ANN:

(on tape)

I remember. You could do that,

couldn't you? Go down on me?

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

Yes.

ANN:

(on tape)

If I asked you to, would you? Not

on tape, I mean?

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

No.

ANN:

(on tape)

On tape?

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

No.

ANN:

(on tape)

Why not?

GRAHAM:

(on tape)

If I can't do it all, I don't want

to do anything. And I can't do

it all.

ANN:

(on tape)

Can't or won't?

A pause. John is still watching the tape, his face betraying

no emotion. Graham still listens from outside.

CUT TO:

The previous afternoon. We are no longer looking at Ann on the

monitor, but watching her and Graham AS THEY MADE THE TAPE. For

instance, we can now see Graham from Ann's point of view, or the

two of them at the same time, etc.

GRAHAM:

Can't.

ANN:

You said you weren't always

impotent.

GRAHAM:

That's correct.

ANN:

So you have had sex.

GRAHAM:

Yes.

ANN:

Who was the last person you had

sex with?

GRAHAM:

Her name was Elizabeth.

ANN:

So what happened? Was it so bad

that it turned you off?

GRAHAM:

No, it was wonderful. That wasn't

the problem.

ANN:

What was the problem?

GRAHAM:

The problem was me. I was...I was

a pathological liar. Or am, I

should say. Lying is like

alcoholism, one is always

"recovering".

ANN:

So you lied to her?

GRAHAM:

Yes. I did. Willfully and

repeatedly.

ANN:

How come?

GRAHAM:

I loved her for how good she made

me feel, and I hated her for how

good she made me feel. And at that

time, I tended to express my

feelings non-verbally. I couldn't

handle anyone having that much

control over my emotions.

ANN:

And now you can?

GRAHAM:

Now I make sure that no one has

the opportunity to test me.

ANN:

Don't you get lonely?

GRAHAM:

How could I, with all these nice

people stopping by? The fact is

that I've lived by myself for so

long, I can't imagine living with

another person. It's amazing what

you can get used to if enough time

goes by. And anyway, I'm asking

the questions. Are you happy?

ANN:

I don't know anymore. I thought

I was, but obviously I was wrong.

GRAHAM:

Did you confront John with the

fact that you knew about him?

ANN:

Not yet. I'm not sure I will. I

just want out.

GRAHAM:

If you do get out of your marriage,

will you continue to be inhibited?

ANN:

I don't know. It all gets back

to that Cynthia thing. I don't

like her...eagerness. There's

nothing left to imagine, there's

no...

GRAHAM:

Subtlety?

ANN:

Subtlety, yes. No subtlety. Plus,

I've never really felt able to

open up with anyone. I mean, that

other person I told you about,

I enjoyed making love with him

a lot, but I still wasn't able

to really let go. I always feel

like I'm being watched and I

shouldn't embarrass myself.

GRAHAM:

And you feel the same way with

John?

ANN:

Kind of. I mean, John's like this

kind of...craftsman. Like he's

a carpenter, and he makes really

good tables. But that's all he

can make, and I don't need anymore

tables.

GRAHAM:

Interesting analogy.

ANN:

I'm babbling.

GRAHAM:

No, you're not.

ANN:

(thinking)

God, I m so mad at him!!

GRAHAM:

You should be. He lied to you.

So did Cynthia.

ANN:

Yeah, I know, but somehow I expect

that from her, I mean, she'll do

it with almost anybody, I don't

know, I shouldn't stick up for

her I guess, but him. He lied

so...deeply!! Ooo, I want to watch

him die!!

Ann sits quietly for a moment. Graham watches her silently.

The camera continues to roll.

ANN:

(looks up at Graham)

You're really never going to make

love again?

GRAHAM:

I'm not planning on it.

A pause.

ANN:

If you were in love with me, would

you?

GRAHAM:

I'm not in love with you.

ANN:

But if you were?

GRAHAM:

I...I can't answer that precisely.

ANN:

But I feel like maybe I could be

really comfortable with you.

GRAHAM:

That's very flattering.

ANN:

So why won't you make love with

me? Why wouldn't you, I mean?

GRAHAM:

Ann. Are you asking me

hypothetically, or are you asking

me for real, right now?

ANN:

I'm asking for real. I want you

to turn that camera off and make

love with me. Will you?

A pause.

GRAHAM:

I can't.

ANN:

Why not?

GRAHAM:

I've told you.

ANN:

But I don't understand--

GRAHAM:

Ann, it could happen to me all

over again, don't you see? I could

start to--

ANN:

But how do you know for sure, you

have to try to find a way to fig--

GRAHAM:

I couldn't face her if I had slept

with somebody else.

A pause.

ANN:

Who? Elizabeth?

GRAHAM:

(uncomfortable)

Yes.

ANN:

You mean you're still in contact

with her?

GRAHAM:

No.

ANN:

But you're planning to be?

GRAHAM:

I don't know. Possibly.

ANN:

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What's going on here? Did you come

back here just to see her again?

GRAHAM:

Not entirely.

ANN:

But that was part of it?

GRAHAM:

Yes.

ANN:

Like maybe a big part?

GRAHAM:

Possibly.

ANN:

Graham, I mean, what do you think

her reaction is going to be if

you contact her?

GRAHAM:

I don't know.

ANN:

Look at you, look at what's

happened to you, look how you've

changed! Don't you think she will

have changed?

GRAHAM:

I don't know. I really would rather

not talk about it.

ANN:

(has to laugh)

Whoa!! I'm so glad we got that

on tape!! You won't answer a

question about Elizabeth, but I

have to answer all these intimate

questions about my sex life!!

Graham, what do you think she's

going to make of all these

videotapes? Are you going to tell

her about them? I can't imagine

her being too understanding about

that. But since you don't lie

anymore, you'll have to say

something.

GRAHAM:

As I said, I haven't decided what

to do, exactly. Perhaps I won't

do anything.

ANN:

Oh, you just moved here to think

about it, right?

Graham says nothing. Ann looks at him.

ANN:

Oh, God, Graham, this is

so...pathetic. You're not even

what you pretend to be, you're

a lie, you're a bigger lie than

you ever were.

Graham sets the camera down, though it continues to record.

He is visibly upset.

GRAHAM:

All right, you want to talk about

lies, let's talk about lies, Ann.

Let's talk about lying to yourself.

You haven't been able to sleep

with your husband because you're

no longer in love with him, and

maybe you never were. You haven't

been honest with yourself in longer

than you can remember.

ANN:

(heated)

Yeah, you're right. But I never

claimed to know everything like

you, and have all these little

theories. I'm still learning, I

know that. But I don't feel like

I've wasted time. If I had to go

through my marriage to get to where

I am right now, fine.

Ann moves in closer, burrowing, her eyes on fire.

ANN:

But you. You have wasted nine

years. I mean, that has to be

some sort of weird record or

something, nine years. How does

that feel?

Graham says nothing. Ann picks up the camera and points it at

him.

GRAHAM:

Don't do that.

ANN:

Why not?

GRAHAM:

Because.

ANN:

"Because"? That's not good enough.

I asked you a question, Graham.

I asked you "how does it feel"?

How does it feel, Mr. I Want To

Go Down On You But I Can't? Do

you know how many people you've

sucked into your weird little

world? Including me? Come on,

how does it feel?

GRAHAM:

I can't tell you like this.

ANN:

I'm just going to keep asking until

you answer. I'm sure there's plenty

of tape.

GRAHAM:

I don't find this "turning the

tables" thing very interesting--

ANN:

I don't care.

Graham reaches up for the camera. Ann knocks his hand away.

ANN:

Not until I get some answers. Tell

what you feel. Not what you think,

I've heard plenty of that. What

you feel.

Graham is on the verge of completely falling apart.

ANN:

Come on!!

GRAHAM:

All right!! All right!! You want

to know? You want to know how

I feel? I feel ashamed. Is that

what you wanted to hear?

A pause. Graham regains his composure somewhat.

ANN:

Why are you ashamed?

GRAHAM:

Jesus Christ, Ann. Why is anybody

anything? I think you have this

idea that people are either all

good or all bad, and you don't

allow for any gray areas, and

that's what most of us consist

of.

ANN:

You're not answering me.

GRAHAM:

(heated)

Well, what kind of answer are you

looking for, Ann? What is it

exactly that you want to know?

ANN:

I want to know why you are the

way you are!

GRAHAM:

And I'm telling you it's not any

one thing that I can point to and

say "That's why!" It doesn't work

that way with people who have

problems, Ann, it's not that neat,

it's not that tidy! It's not a

series of little boxes that you

can line up and count. Things

just don't happen that way.

ANN:

But why can't you just put it all

behind you? Can't you just forget

it? All that stuff you did?

GRAHAM:

No, Ann, I can't. I can't forget

it. It's not something I can fix.

It's difficult. There s something

in my mind...the way my brain

works...

[frustrated)

God, Ann, when you're with another

person, and you re...inside

them, you're so vulnerable, you're

revealing so much...there's no

protection. And...somebody could

say, or do something to you while

you re in this...state

of...nakedness. And they could

hurt you without even knowing it.

In a way that you couldn't even

see.

(looks at Ann)

And you would withdraw. To make

sure it didn't happen again.

Ann looks at him for a long moment and then sets the camera

down.

She moves in front of Graham and kneels.

ANN:

I want to touch you.

Graham shakes his head.

ANN:

I want to touch you.

GRAHAM:

No.

Ann reaches out, and Graham instinctively begins to move away.

ANN:

Graham.

Something in her voice makes him stop. Their eyes lock. Graham

slowly moves back toward her.

Ann's hand eases out to him, her eyes still burning into his.

Graham closes his eyes, accepting Ann's touch.

She caresses him.

Slowly.

Delicately.

She touches his arms, his face, his hair.

Closing her eyes, she takes his hand and puts it against her

face.

She begins to lie him back on the couch. When he offers light

resistance, she gently persists.

ANN:

Keep your eyes closed.

Graham lies back, silently obeying.

Ann touches his face.

Gradually, her hand slips to his neck and she begins to

unbutton his shirt. She watches his face, hoping that he will

remain calm. He does.

She rubs her hand on his chest.

Once again she brings Graham's hand to her face. She moves his

hand to her neck and throat, painting her skin with his fingers.

Soon each hand is exploring the other. Fingers search for and

find hidden areas.

Ann stands.

Their hands remain together, and Graham's eyes remain closed.

Ann moves onto the couch with Graham.

She gently lowers herself into a sitting position on his waist.

She slowly moves both of her hands onto Graham's chest. They

move forward and back, like a lazy tide.

She looks at Graham. His face is tranquil.

Ann quietly begins to move her face toward his.

Soon she is hovering inches above him, her long hair touching

his features.

She lowers her lips to his forehead and kisses him. She waits

for a negative reaction. Getting none, she moves lower and

kisses his eyes. Still receiving no discouragement, she moves

to his nose.

A subtle movement from Graham. Ann waits for a moment.

She then moves to his lips, her luxuriant tresses enveloping

his face.

She kisses him lightly.

She kisses him again.

Graham tilts his head back and she softly kisses his neck.

Graham's hands make their way up Ann's back until they have

reached her neck. He slowly pulls his face to hers.

He kisses her.

Graham is flooded with warmth and excitement.

He caresses her, intoxicating himself with physical contact.

The kisses become more meaningful, and the touching becomes

more passionate.

For a moment, Graham seems about to evaporate in a state of

ecstasy, his eyes filled with relief and happiness.

But his gaze happens to fall on the video camera, which

continues to record.

Graham seizes up and abruptly backs away from Ann's embrace.

Reality slowly envelopes him.

ANN:

Graham...

GRAHAM:

I'm okay. It's okay.

Ann reaches for his hand. He allows her to take it.

GRAHAM:

(almost dazed)

It's okay.

Graham looks at Ann for a long moment. She sees the acceptance

and gratitude in his eyes. She smiles lightly.

Graham moves forward and shuts off the camera.

CUT BACK TO:

John watching the tape. There is video snow on the monitor now.

The tape timer reads 46:02. John gets up slowly, ejects the tape

from the player, and heads for the door.

Graham, hearing the footsteps approach, backs away from the

inlet. His eye is swollen, and he holds one of his hands in

a curious position.

John opens the door. He looks at Graham for a moment before

reaching into his pocket for Graham's keys. He dangles them

in his hand as he stands over Graham.

JOHN:

I never told you this, because

I thought it would crush you, but

now I could give a shit.

(pause)

I fucked Elizabeth. Before you

broke up. Before you were having

trouble, even. So you can stop

making her into a saint. She was

good in bed and she could keep

a secret. And that's about all

I can say about her.

John drops Graham's keys to the floor and leaves. Graham stands,

fighting back tears, and walks into his apartment.

He pulls Ann's tape from the videotape player.

He reaches inside the cassette cartridge and pulls the videotape

itself out, ruining it forever. He does the same to every other

tape in both the boxes. Calmly. Deliberately. Methodically.

He walks over to the camera/recorder, trailing a mound of

videotape behind him. He breaks the lens off the camera body,

and smashes the inner workings against the edge of the table.

He then drops the damaged unit into the pile of destroyed tape,

where it disappears.

CUT TO BLACK:

THEN CUT TO:

52 INT. LAW OFFICES -- DAY

John Millaney talks to his colleague.

JOHN:

Man, not having to answer to

anybody... I feel like this huge

weight has been lifted from my

shoulders. I mean, come on, if

I decide that I'd rather live

alone, what's so bad about that?

It's not like I've decided to live

a life of crime, right?

It's just how I feel, you can't

help the way you feel, you just

have to be honest about it.

John dials a number on his telephone.

VOICE ON PHONE:

IBM.

JOHN:

(to phone)

Brian Kirkland, please.

VOICE ON PHONE:

May I ask who's calling?

JOHN:

John Millaney.

VOICE ON PHONE:

One moment.

JOHN:

(to his colleague)

Anyway, I've always said, the work

is the thing. I can be happy

without a marriage, but take away

my work, that's different. And

if Ann can't handle that, that's

her problem, like we re all alone

in this world, you know what I'm

saying? I mean, fuck.

(looks at phone)

Jesus, what's takin' this guy?

The intercom clicks to life.

SECRETARY:

(on speaker)

Mr. Millaney?

JOHN:

Yeah.

SECRETARY:

(on speaker)

Mr. Forman would like to see you

in his office.

JOHN:

Okay, in a minute, I'm on with

a client.

SECRETARY:

(on speaker)

He said immediately.

JOHN:

All right, jesus.

The intercom clicks off.

VOICE ON PHONE:

Mr. Millaney?

JOHN:

Yes?

VOICE ON PHONE:

Mr. Kirkland has asked me to inform

you that he has obtained legal

representation elsewhere, and that

if you have a message for him to

leave it with me.

John swallows.

JOHN:

Thank you. I...there is no message.

Thank you.

John hangs up. He thinks for a moment, rubbing his forehead.

The intercom clicks to life.

SECRETARY:

(on speaker)

Mr. Millaney, Mr. Forman is

waiting.

DUDE:

(voice over)

Come on, I'm not asking too much,

am I? Just one little question.

53 INT. LOUNGE -- DAY

Cynthia is tending bar. The Dude from earlier is still there,

puffing On a big cigar.

DUDE:

Just tell me what time you get

off. Work, I mean. What's the

harm in that? Whaddaya say?

Ann enters the lounge. Cynthia watches with apprehensive

surprise as Ann approaches with a potted plant.

CYNTHIA:

(to Dude)

Excuse me.

Cynthia moves to meet Ann at the end of the bar. Ann sets the

plant down on the counter. Her manner is diffident, but not

hostile.

ANN:

I know it's your birthday, and

I know you like plants. So I got

you this.

Cynthia is very moved, though she struggles valiantly to conceal

her emotions.

CYNTHIA:

Thank you.

ANN:

Well. I can't stay.

Ann begins to leave.

CYNTHIA:

Can I call you?

Ann turns back to face her. They look at each other for a

moment.

ANN:

Do you have my work number?

CYNTHIA:

No.

Ann writes the number down on a napkin.

ANN:

I get real busy between two and

four.

CYNTHIA:

Okay.

Ann looks at Cynthia again before leaving.

ANN:

Bye.

CYNTHIA:

Bye.

Ann leaves. Cynthia continues to look at the door long after

Ann has left.

DUDE:

Nice plant.

Cynthia turns to him.

CYNTHIA:

Do me a favor. Don't come in here

anymore.

54 SCENE DELETED

55 INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits reading. There is now some furniture in the

apartment. Bookshelves, plants, etc. There are periodicals on

the table where the video gear used to be. There are no

cigarettes.

There is a knock at Graham's door, which now has a deadbolt

lock.

GRAHAM:

Who is it?

A knock again. Graham sets his book down and goes to the door.

He unlocks the deadbolt and opens it.

Ann stands in the hallway.

Graham is obviously flushed with feeling at seeing her. She

wordlessly moves into the room, her movements like a slow

breeze, her expression calm.

Graham watches her go by.

She stops in the middle of the room, her back to him.

Graham moves toward her slowly. Sensing him behind her, her

breathing becomes deep.

Graham slowly enfolds her in his arms, his face against her

hair.

She closes her eyes as their fingers entwine.

CUT TO BLACK:

THE END:

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Steven Soderbergh

Steven Andrew Soderbergh (/ˈsoʊdərbɜːrɡ/; born January 14, 1963) is an American film producer, director, screenwriter, cinematographer and editor. His indie drama Sex, Lies, and Videotape (1989) won the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival, and became a worldwide commercial success, making the then-26-year-old Soderbergh the youngest director to win the festival's top award. more…

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