A Bigger Splash Page #5
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- Year:
- 2015
- 125 min
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Marianne! Marianne!
Marianne! Marianne! Marianne!
- That was fantastic.
- Oh.
- Oh!
- Good night, girls.
(CROWD CHATTING HORNS TOO IN BACKGROUND)
(HARRY) Mireille! Good night.
(HARRY) I told you I was going
to drive the car. Now I'm going to.
(MIREILLE)
I'll keep my hand on the stick shift!
(MARIANNE BREATHES HEAVILY)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(CAR PULLS AWAY)
(SIGHS)
(PAUL GRUNTS)
Mm. Was it Mireille?
Yeah.
Hold on, give it to me. Let me...
(Yeah, you do it.)
Mm. By the way, what's...
Remember that woman he was with?
Um...
She was teaching at NYU.
What's her name again?
- (Christie.)
- Yeah, Christie.
- They were swinging right?
- (Busty Christie, yeah.)
- What did you say? Dusty Christie?
- Busty Christie.
- Yeah, she had huge melons!
- (BOTH LAUGH)
You remember?
You remember they were swinging, right?
Yeah. Now, what was it?
Groups, men, college...
- (Everybody.)
- Boys, college girls.
(CHUCKLES) What?
He'd f*** everything.
- That's what I'm saying.
- (He doesn't believe in limits.)
Well,
if you're talking about Penelope,
I'll tell you that
whatever's going on there,
it's mutual and it's a great couple.
- Come on, look at them.
- (Dude!)
(CHUCKLES)
Really! Come on.
(I mean, he'd f*** Clara.
He's made that clear.)
Mm-hm.
- (He'd f*** you.)
- Mm-hm.
So, that makes all of us.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(MARIANNE) He must just not know
how it looks with Penelope.
I think I should say something.
(PAUL) Trust me.
She can handle herself just fine.
Which one of these do you prefer?
Me, too.
(PHONE RINGS)
(PAUL) Well, that woman drives
like a lunatic. You know that.
(HARRY) But I was driving
and she, she distracted me.
- Are you hurt?
- (HARRY) No, I'm fine.
Listen, I think if it's both of us,
then we can push it together.
You need a tow truck.
That's what you need.
- Oh, Christ. Will you come or not?
- A tow truck.
(PENELOPE) They both tell me yes,
but I don't think he really is.
I mean, we don't even really look,
or act very much alike at all.
I'm going to ask him to take the test.
There are reasons I'd like to know.
Private reasons.
- What the f*** happened?
- I was going and coming at the same time.
- Where's Mireille?
- She went home to wash her mouth.
How the hell
do you want us to move that?
Oh, well, let's hope
it won't roll forward.
I think, if we release the handbrake,
we can put it back on to the road.
All right, let's push it. (SIGHS)
- Careful.
- Yeah.
(BOTH) One, two, three.
- (GRUNTS)
- All right.
(GRUNTS)
Okay and again.
All right, yeah, let's go.
One, two, three.
(GRUNTS)
(CHUCKLES) F***!
This is not going to work.
Forget about it.
Jesus Christ!
Too hot for white people. F***!
(CHUCKLES)
You're pretty domesticated
for a rock star.
You were with Harry
for what, six years?
And you've been
with Paul for how long?
(GIGGLES) Cool.
I heard that there used to be six songs
on either side of a record album.
You'd hear six and then you'd have
to flip the thing over to hear more.
(Have I done...?)
(Have I done something to upset you?)
You know what?
I bet they put one really good song
on each side,
so you just keep flipping it over.
By the way, have you seen my iPod?
always trying to get into it
to see what I've been listening to.
- (BARKS)
- (HARRY) So you're working again.
- Yeah, I'm shooting for hire nowadays.
- Yeah?
For a Russian master,
Kossakovsky. You know him?
- No.
- Six-country shoot.
- Uh-huh.
- It keeps me busy for a while.
When are you finishing yours?
- Oh, you remember that?
- Yeah of course.
Lost Dog, American Journalism
in the 21st Century.
You showed me
that amazing Cronkite interview.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, what?
You're not giving that up too,
are you?
You shot all that footage. What is it,
just lying in a drawer somewhere?
No, actually it's in a closet.
Five hard drives, but that can wait.
Yeah, well,
adjust your goals, not the world.
Is that the same advice you'd give Pen?
No! She's young. She should change
the world any chance she gets.
I think the women should change things
now anyway. We've had our chance.
(HARRY) Anyway,
you will find your way back to it.
You just got to get your finance,
good editor, some guts.
Just shut the f*** up, all right?
Just stop talking and we'll be fine.
Can you do that?
Thanks a lot.
I thought it was a good observation.
It's the way you give it.
It's not very careful.
Well, it's how I care, isn't it?
Honesty is the greatest fidelity.
Yeah, well, the world is not
ready for your honesty.
I don't believe in half truths.
Oh, you used to.
Yeah, well,
I learned my lesson then, didn't I?
Not in time, but I learned it.
I think going bust with Marianne was the
great dumb tragedy of my great dumb life.
It feels good to say it to you.
You learned your lesson in time,
though, didn't you?
I mean, that's the important thing.
Thank god for emergency rooms, eh?
Hey! How did my beauties sleep?
(CHUCKLES)
- My adorable ones! (WHOOPS)
- (PENELOPE) Did you get the car out?
No, we couldn't move it.
We need Clara to tell us what to do I think.
Whoa! Oh!
(GRUNTS)
Can I borrow the wheels?
I want to see people.
Pen, you want to come?
What? Groceries?
Okay, we'll go together.
I need more treasure.
Throw your watch in.
- I'm reading.
- Well, I need a shipwreck.
Throw in a chair.
I'm not going to throw in a chair.
I'm sorry.
(CHUCKLES)
Mister Paul! I'm finished.
I'm going to the village.
(PAUL) Okay, Clara.
Shouldn't you be going
round the island?
Go check it out.
It's pretty beautiful out here.
I wouldn't know where to go.
There's a lake pretty close by.
A lot of kids come out,
bring guitars, play music.
It's fun. You should check it out.
Show me.
It's half day, market day
and this wind is not sirocco!
Fast first and then slow,
one doesn't understand what it wants.
It's weird... go while it isn't there.
It's two miles from here.
It's not so far.
- Walking?
- Yeah, it's a proper hike.
- You should be up for it.
- (EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
Okay.
You want to see me do a handstand?
- Yeah, go ahead.
- (INHALES)
The Allies bombed
the hell out of this island.
Maybe the market's up here, no?
I think it is.
Bit of a beaten up old town.
I think it's down here. Yeah.
(MARIANNE CROAKS) It can look
a bit full-on, a bit, you know, it could...
In a situation like last night,
it could be misconstrued.
What do you mean?
What do you mean, Marianne?
(How you treat Penelope.)
What sh*t!
I'm too brash. I'm too impulsive.
I'm too a lot of things,
but Christ, I'm sound.
I mean, look, if you asked me,
do I find my daughter sexy?
Have I caught myself
enjoying the sight of her?
Yeah, I have.
I didn't know her until a year ago,
so yeah, it's a little odd.
(CHILDREN LAUGH)
I acknowledge and I deal with
the sh*t that goes on in my head.
Coming from Paul,
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