Afterglow Page #4

take back.

This is how we pay for it.

My husband won't have sex with me,

either.

Or he can't.

He hasn't said which.

So there you go.

There you go.

- Stand by. I may need you later.

- Yes, Mr. Byron.

Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton.

May I help you?

A suite.

- A one-bedroom or a juniro executive?

- One bedroom, for two weeks.

- Two weeks.

- Where is the bar?

There's one downstairs through those

arches.

Will you run me a tab?

Thanks.

- How rude!

- Probably an American.

Smoke gets in your eyes.

Kern-Hammerstein.

A bottle of Dom Perignon and

two glasses.

I'm not completely without charm.

In fact, I live up to the very edge

of my charm.

Is that so?

Being a woman of clever perception and

remarkable beauty you may have noticed...

...that already.

- I noticed your wedding ring.

- You're English.

- It's removable.

- Does your wife know that?

If we see her, we can ask her.

I came here to spy on her.

But, she may be elsewhere engaging

in oral copulation or the like.

- And tomorrow?

- I never leave a job unfinished.

My hero.

Well, all right, I guess...

You forgot your tool box.

Jesus! I've never done that before.

Said the sailor to the girl.

Eight thirty. Jesus!

Sh*t!

Better be careful, Lucky.

If you fall in love with me,

you're going to need two of everything.

- See you.

- Bye-bye.

...make a stimulating companion,

don't you think?

She might.

I could ask her to accompany me

tomorrow to Chateau Lenore...

...for an all-expenses-paid weekend

in the mountains.

But I'd like to ask you.

You certainly are up to the edge

of something.

The mountains... could be dangerous.

You are the most fascinating woman

I've ever met in my entire life.

Yes. I know.

What is your husband doing right now?

Same thing as your life.

Well... I do hope they're enjoying

themselves as much as we are.

I don't.

See you later.

It is later, for chrissake.

I love the sound of wet tires.

It reminds me of the movies.

You a movie star?

- I'm an actress.

- Really?

All the time.

- My card, Madam.

- Very gallant, I'm sure.

I can't see without my glasses.

In case you never find them,

my name is Jeffrey Byron the third.

The third what?

Whatever it was they were making.

There will not be a fourth.

We Byrons quit when we get it right.

- Watch it!

- I'm watching. I don't want to miss anything.

Don't worry, nothing's happening.

Come with me this weekend.

Moonlight on the lake...

four stars on the menu.

- Someone like you deserves at least that.

- Believe me.

I am getting exactly what I deserve.

- Dream's over. Wake up.

- Never.

I'm staying at the Ritz-Carlton.

Room nine one eight.

I'll s end a car, anything you like.

Look, the third... you're a real

charmer, you really are very cute.

I just want the privilege of your

company.

I promise, no sex beyond what I've done.

We're done, done.

Champagne always makes me feel

like my shoes are off.

- Thanks for the lift.

- Don't mention it.

- Hotel, please.

- Yes, Mr. Byron.

Where the hell have you been?

What time is it?

- What are you doing, babe?

- I'm making you better.

I'm kissing you better.

Honey, come on, please.

I'm feeling really beat up tonight.

That's all right. I'm feeling up,

honey. I'm sorry.

- And I was kissing you!

- Jesus...

What is wrong with you?

F***ing bastard!

- F*** you! Get off me right now!

- What the hell is wrong with you?

Lucky, bloody well get off me.

You're hurting me!

Just a sudden craving for chocolate

cream pie and a sip of beer.

And our very own song.

- Hello?

- Mr. Byron, did I wake you up?

I got your message this morning.

Shall I phone back?

No, no, no.

What's happening with the car?

Mr. Duncan said he would take care

of the car.

- Is everything all right, sir?

- Yes.

I have made arrangements to come

over if you're still considering...

...the possibility of a driver.

- No, thank you. That won't be necessary.

Yes, sir.

Bastard, not even a good-bye kiss.

Are you up, Phyl?

Up for just about anything.

How about you?

See you for dinner.

Enjoy your work.

Surprised?

Packed and ready to go.

Not with you.

I'm quitting the office.

You're quitting?

I didn't ask you to do that, Donald.

I'll open up my own restaurant.

Let's have lunch some time, eh?

Jeffey by daylight.

- We need champagne.

- It's a little early.

No, to christen it, silly.

I want to try.

No way, that's heavy. Be careful.

All right, then hit it right here.

- Lady wins a stuffed animal.

- I was thinking of Jeffrey.

I want my stuffed animal, Lucky.

I want millions of them.

This is a baby's room.

I'll shove off a little early. I'll

swing by the lumber yard on my way home.

- I could make you dinner if you like.

- No.

Don't worry, Lucky. I'm not going to

ask anything of your time, or of you.

- I'm perfectly willing to go this alone.

- Isn't there something in between?

I love the way you smell.

Like a man.

Jeffrey smells like soap.

The only thing him and me got in

common is you.

Haven't seen this kind of splendor

since "Bambi".

I'd rather look at you.

- Is this some kind of mother thing?

- Mother would never approve of this.

My daughter's about your age.

Well, a few years younger maybe.

- She's the reason we came to Montreal.

- From England?

No, not from England.

- She's beautiful, I'm sure.

- Yes.

Young and beautiful, like you.

Just a kid, like you.

I'm not a kid.

A kid wouldn't know how to handle you.

Entertaining a new client, laddie?

Ornay.

May I introduce, Monica Bloom,

my research associate.

And you certainly do look familiar.

I have been know to be,

from time to time.

- Bernard Ornay, meet Phyllis...

- Hart, I'm his mistress.

- He must be lucky.

- I find him very different from Lucky.

- So?

- So?

- Dinner at 8?

- A pleasure.

Did I mention?

Separate rooms.

See you in a few days,

don't way up.

Good evening, Mrs. Byron.

Mr. Byron isn't home as yet.

- Did the handy-man come back?

- No. Are you expecting him this evening?

- I suppose not. "Good evening".

- "Good evening, Madam".

Jack Dana and Dirk O'Brien were in it.

It was a stupid film.

The director was bad.

He hadn't a clue about acting.

And Jack was very serious about

this work.

I was always trying to soothe him.

He had the most terrible temper.

And on the last day, Jack and

the director has this huge row.

And the director, just like that,

cut us out of the big scene...

...and gave all our lines to other

actors.

I couldn't believe it. Jack and I

ended up in Dirk's dressing room.

And we got completely blotto.

Dirk suggested that we hide during

lunch, in the closet, on the set.

And when they came back and did the

scene...

...we would open the closet door

and deliver our last lines.

But we were in that bloody closet for

about an hour before anyone came back...

And we were drunk...

And... Jack was my pal.

And he was very attractive.

My husband was in the navy at the time.

And I got pregnant in that closet.

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