Addicted to Love Page #5

...and I call the florist...

...and he gives me your name|and this charming address...

...and the earrings and the perfume...

...and the television set, for Christ's sake.

What's got into your head, girl?

Too much? You didn't like them?

It's one thing not to call|your mother for ages...

...but to hide from me for two months.

You better be found|lying dead in the gutter...

...if you know what's good for you.

What is that?|Your tits look like hard little rocks.

Cut it out.

As for you...

...taking my little girl away from me.

Come here now!

I'm Margaret's Nana.

It's such a pleasure to finally meet you,|Anton.

I'm very happy to finally be meeting you,|too.

If we hurry,|We can get you some vanilla custard...

...at Di Roberti's before it closes.

The spoon goes in right side up, dear.

We weren't brought up in a barn.

Nana, you got something|in your teeth right here.

Here, hand them to me.

Oh, you little b*tch!

Oh, dear, it's late.

I think I better be getting home.

You have to go already?

I've got a yoga class in the morning.

But first, I want to take your picture.

Move in closer.

Put your arm around her, Anton.

Put your arm around her.

Maggie, don't make a face.

I'm not.

She always makes a face|When you take her picture.

I do not.

For Pete's sake, just act natural.

Why don't you give her a kiss, Anton?

It's my mistake.

Don't be shy. Come on.

You can do better than that, Anton.

Yeah, Anton, you can do better than that.

Did you see a flash?

God, I hate these things.

Come on, kiss.

All right, Maggie, dear,|Will you take care of the check?

Just spend the night with us.

In that Bohemian hell hole?

How long were you in our|hell hole before we got there?

Not very long.|I just straightened up a little.

Listened to the radio.

What radio?

Oh, the radio.

What was on the radio?

Some little radio play.

More like a soap opera.

I'm ashamed to admit|I listened to that silly thing.

- What was it about?|- Who cares?

I want to hear more about the both of you.

I'm interested, too.

Let's see, it was two characters.

A Frenchman and a girl.

In the beginning, he's on his way home...

...and she's upset about something.

It turns out she thinks|he's having an affair.

And he says, "I didn't, I didn't! "

And she says,|"Well, how do you explain this?"...

...and shows him some undergarments|she found in the couch...

...and some other things he can't explain,|and he denies it.

Then she says something about monkeys.

I really couldn't follow that.

And then there was silence for a bit...

...and then he confesses.

He what?

He confesses.

He was seeing another woman...

...an investor or something.|It was a little confusing.

Come on, let's go!

Then what happened?

He starts crying and begging her|to forgive him...

...and she says a certain four-letter word...

...more than a couple of times|and storms out.

I didn't know you were so interested|in this kind of thing.

We listen to that show all the time.

Watch your fingers.

I've got it.

Good.

Look at him.

All right.

I can't. I have to go.

I'm waiting for a call. Sh*t.

Qui est I? Who is it?

Anton? I'm Mr. Green.

Linda's father.

How are you? Come on.

Can I offer you something, a cup-

"Anton, you hurt me very badly.

"All I asked for was honesty,|and you betrayed me.

"I had hoped... "

Ah, hell...

I can't believe it. We did it!

Why?

We did it, Sam!

All this time,|and we weren't even here for it.

What are you going to do now?

She left suddenly, right?

So she probably went someplace familiar.

To the hotel where she was staying before.

You're probably right.

What are you waiting for, Sam?

Go get her.

Now?

Yeah, now. What's the matter with now?

I can't. What would it look like?

Who cares? She's not thinking straight.

She'll buy anything.

What's the big hurry|to get me out of here?

Look, if you don't want her after all this...

Of course I do.

I don't care about that.

It's your business.

I still got some work to do...

...and, no offense,|but I really miss my privacy.

I thought we could just take|a minute to say good-bye.

I mean, it feels kind of strange to not...

You have to wreck everything, don't you?

Are we done saying good-bye yet?

You're still here.

No, she does not want to see you.

You are not welcome.

You try and sneak in here again,|and you're going to jail.

How dare you, you salopard?

I rape your skull!

Dishwasher!

I knew it was you.

Anton, hi.

Is that any kind of greeting|for your old boss?

How are you?

I've never been better.

Every day is a holiday,|every night the Fourth of July.

Oh, good. Well, I better be going.

I'm lying.

I feel terrible.

I broke up with my fiance.

My restaurant is gone,|and I'm running out of money.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry. Don't be sorry.

Do you have a place yet?

Not yet.

You'll stay with me, then.

Why? You don't even know me.

I know one thing.

That last night at the restaurant...

...everyone is running around, even me...

...but I notice you in your little room.

You were not looking out...

...you were not staring|stupidly like the rest.

You just kept working like a rock.

You're a good man, good friend.

What's your name, by the way?

Mike, I'm a nervous wreck.

I'm not doing well on my own.

I feel vide.

It's like somebody|has thrown away a piece of me.

How do you say vide...

...When there is nothing inside something?

Hollow.

Yeah. That's how I feel.

I feel so hollow.

You would be doing me a favor, really.

Just one drink.

I can't go back to|that empty apartment by myself.

I will die. Please.

That's it. No more.

You must try this one next.

It's a sexy little Margaux from '83.

I was going to give it to Matheson...

...to help wash down the bugs.

Mike, I don't know how she found out.

I was going to tell this|other woman good-bye, anyway.

I only slept with her to help|the loan for my restaurant.

It's not like I cheated, you know...

...and it was only once with this woman.

And I hardly came at all...

...just a fraction of what I'm capable.

I thought of Linda the entire time.

If that can be twisted|into something terrible...

...I'm surely the only sane man|in a world gone mad.

Don't you think?

I really couldn't say, Anton.

I'm going to get her back, Mike.

She needs me.

I have to get her back.

This is really good.

I'm sorry. It is.

Time for bed.

I have modeling work|Waiting for me tomorrow.

A step down, yes,|but Anton Depeux isn't proud.

Look at me, Mike.

I haven't gained a pound|since my modeling days.

I'm going to be just fine,|and you don't worry about me.

I guess I better be moseying on, then.

Let you get your beauty rest.

Please, a little longer.

You know,|the crme caramel is almost done...

...and I have a very nice wine|for my friend Pierre.

I'll be right back. Here you go. Please.

Wait there.

Maggie, come to the window.

Please, this wasn't my idea.

Maggie, don't be angry with me.

Maggie, look at him.|How could I leave him?

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