Alice Page #7

Yang's special herbal tea.

Creative spirit will come.

Drink tea next time Mrs

Tait sits down to write.

- Who are you?

- I'm your muse.

My muse?

Yeah. You look surprised. I'm

your muse. I'm here to help you.

- You're having trouble writing.

- I am having trouble, as a matter of fact.

I feel I should be able to handle

some silly little TV script.

- Well, writing's hard.

- Especially with a friend buying.

- You don't think Nancy's a friend?

- Sure. We go back years.

I introduced her to her boss

and the man she lives with.

You're not psychological at

all. How can you be a writer?

- What do you mean?

- What do I mean?

What I mean is, don't

ever count on Nancy Brill.

- She's not gonna give you a break.

- No.

You represent where she

pulled herself out of.

- She's past you.

- Nancy?

Haven't you noticed she keeps checking

her watch when she talks to you?

- It can't be. I introduced her to...

- I know. To her lover and her boss.

More reason to give you the brush.

People that made it don't

want people from the past.

- What are you trying to write?

- That's a script.

- I'm also taking a course.

- That's technique.

The important part can't be taught:

Inspiration. That's where I come in.

I think the professor

thinks I have some promise.

- He's very encouraging.

- I know Professor Davis.

- He's trying to get you into the sack.

- No.

It's the reason he

teaches. Female pupils.

No. He's very deep.

He's not like that.

Yeah. Very deep is exactly

where he wants to put it.

- Now, what about your mother?

- What, Mom?

Your mother. She was a movie actress for

a while. Her story might be a good plot.

She was just in the movies

for a very, very short time.

And she never made it. Losers

are much more interesting.

- Mom's not a loser.

- Look how defensive you are.

It's a good story. I know you idolised

her, but be realistic. This is important.

She was in the movies. She made two

or three movies, and then she met Dad.

And... Dad persuaded her to retire.

No, Alice. I was never

more than a pretty face.

And when it began to wrinkle,

the studio stopped calling.

No, there was much more

to you than your looks.

- You could have done more with your life.

- You flatter me.

After the studio didn't want me,

I was lucky your father came along.

I was so used to having

someone look after me.

I would have killed myself

if it wasn't for him.

That's why it's so important

to marry a substantial man...

...not some struggling left-wing

artist in Greenwich Village.

But then when Dad died, you drank

yourself to death with margaritas.

I couldn't help it, darling.

You know I could never resist the

taste of salt around the rim of a glass.

Oh, Mom.

You were so charming.

But so misguided.

Why didn't I see it?

When it came to me and your

dad, you had stars in your eyes.

Can't say the same for your sister.

Gee, this wine is really great.

Well, it's Chambertin 1961.

Mm.

You know so much about wine, too.

I know nothing.

I ordered the most expensive one

and figured it must be the best.

These past few weeks have...

have been really fun for me.

You were so relaxed this

morning, back at my place.

Very uninhibited. Nothing

sexier than a lapsed Catholic.

Yeah. I have something

I wanna share with you.

I must be drunk, or I

wouldn't be doing this.

Drugs? Am I seeing correctly?

I... I gotta take these with

water. You can't take it with wine.

These are not drugs. These are herbs.

They're very rare. You can't get any more.

- What kind of herbs?

- They make you invisible.

You're right. You are a little drunk.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Alice? Where the hell are you?

- I'm here. I'm right in front of you.

- Alice, this isn't funny!

See?

Oh, my God! I've got goose

bumps on my goose bumps.

Come on. Have a sip.

- What is this?

- Go on. I don't know. Just come on.

Take some.

- What will it do? I'm a father.

- Look, trust me.

- I... I don't feel any different.

- Wait a second.

- Do you see anything?

- Just give it a minute.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! I can't believe this.

- Isn't it great?

- I can't... Where did you get this?

Do you wanna go for a walk

or something, just for fun?

Jeez! Nothing shocks

New York cab drivers.

- Are you feeling more comfortable now?

- Yeah. I feel great.

- Isn't this a different way to spend a day?

- It's like a dream come true.

How many times I wished for this!

Especially when I lived next to the YWCA.

Here we are, strolling on Madison

Avenue, and no one can see us!

- Come here. Give me a kiss.

- Joe, not here.

We're invisible. Let's make

love against this mailbox.

- Stop it!

- Come on, come on.

There's Nina and Jane Taylor.

I'll bet anything they're going into

Ralph Lauren's. I have to follow them.

This is so wicked. I just...

I'm dying to eavesdrop.

I'll definitely go straight to hell.

Come on. If you want to,

do it. You only live once.

Ooh. Look at this.

- Ooh, this is pretty.

- Don't do that. You'll cause a riot.

There they are. I feel like a monster,

taking advantage like this, but...

Oh, my God!

That... that's that famous

model. I've seen her.

She's been in a million magazines.

Look at that body. I can't believe it.

- Calm yourself.

- Is she goin' in the changing room?

- I don't know.

- Change clothes?

Go ahead. Enjoy yourself, OK? I'm

gonna go check out Jane and Nina.

I find it hard to believe myself,

but it's true. She's having an affair.

Alice Tait? Our Alice Tait?

Miss Prissy Catholic-School

Mother Superior?

I ran into her the other day.

She was buying classical records.

He's a sax player.

She turned beet red.

It adds up, because Anny Phyfe said she

saw her with a man - not her husband -

at the Whitney, and she was blissful.

I love these pants. Can you picture

her sleeping with another man?

I'm sure all the lights are out.

It was bound to happen. Doug has

been such a run-around for years.

You say that, but I don't know

anyone who's had an affair with him.

He's careful, but I've heard the stories.

He's a good-looking, rich, athletic man.

You think he's gonna be

satisfied with Miss Mouse?

Actually, Jane, now that you mention

it, I think I do remember someone.

I hear he's always got

something going on the outside.

Excuse me. There's some heavy

breathing in the dressing room.

I may be home late tomorrow. They're

throwing a Christmas party at the office.

- Shall I join?

- Oh, no, no.

It's not for wives. You

know, just the office crowd.

You know, this January

we'll be married 16 years.

Wow, that's a long time.

When you look around, I mean.

Have you ever been unfaithful to me?

- What kind of a question is that?

- You know. Every wife speculates.

- No.

- OK. It was just a casual question.

Have you?

- No.

- I was just kidding.

Dorothy, I need some sisterly advice.

I think Doug is having an affair.

- Why?

- I overheard these people talking.

- Did they say he was?

- Yeah. And it might not be the first time.

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