Backgammon Page #2
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2015
- 89 min
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Hmm?
I didn't realize
we were playing for anything.
[Miranda]
Of course you are.
But I warn you,
all Gerald will play is poker.
He doesn't do anything
unless he can make money at it.
What about his art'?
Well, his reason for painting me
is that it turns him on.
You see, it also turns
other people on
and they pay him
large amounts of money
for the erotica that I pose for.
Look at her.
She's posing now.
[Miranda laughs]
- [Laughs]
- It's quite
a convenient arrangement,
really.
Well, I am the only inspiration
for his art.
It annoys him, though,
because he hates not being given
complete credit for his work.
- That's not true.
- Of course it is!
- No, it's not...
- You're wandering around
with your head
in self-generated clouds
of hot air,
until someone says to you,
"well, if it wasn't for Miranda,
would you be
as good a painter?"
Whatever makes you happy,
my dear.
Why don't you just try
painting someone else?
Or something other than nudes?
Well, he has.
But as I said...
I'm the only inspiration
for his art.
Anything else he tries to paint
Deal the cards.
[Miranda]
Treat him nicely.
I will treat him
however the hell I want.
He comes here, eats our food,
drinks our wine,
enjoys our company.
He ask impertinent questions
about my art.
He's like
your so-called brother,
Miranda.
A parasite.
But then again,
aren't you like him?
For aren't all the lovers
of great men
but parasites?
[Gerald laughs]
She's nice, isn't she?
[Bottle shatters]
[Laughs]
[Laughing]
Should I leave?
This damn pen doesn't work.
Ah.
Use matches.
Thank you.
All right.
Each one of these
will be worth $5.
All right?
Fine, but I can only play
a couple hands,
and then I have to go to bed.
I thought Elizabeth
was coming down.
[Stutters]
Let's do this.
Hmm?
Check.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Call.
Three of a kind.
How many did you say?
[Gerald]
Two you and two for me.
One... two.
[Chuckles]
Call.
[Gerald]
All right then. Call.
Sorry about that.
No, you're not.
Yes he is, but he shouldn't be.
Double or quits, underhand.
- Sorry.
- [Scoffs] Bastard!
Again!
Deal and drink.
Ooh.
- He's a gambling man.
- [Chuckles]
[Gerald whispers]
One, two, three, four, five.
What are you gonna do?
One, two, three...
- I win! -I mean, why
don't we just quit now?
We're not gonna quit,
I need a drink.
You've drunk too much.
What do you know?
Beloved Brandy.
[Laughs]
Now, let's see
We'll see, won't we, dear?
Won't we see?
Yes.
- Won't we, dear?
- Yes.
Won't we see?
[Laughs]
- Give that back, you bastard.
- Not until you stop swearing.
- A**hole.
- [Laughs]
Well, now, you're definitely not
- gonna get it back.
- Give it back to me!
Will you'? No, you won't!
- Give it!
- Okay!
"Peter Walsh got up
and crossed the win-"
- give it here!
- Go fetch it!
Go fetch it!
[Laughs]
You started that game of cards,
you f***ing finish it!
Okay, okay, Miranda.
[Laughs]
[Whispers]
A**hole.
[Gerald]
Let's go again.
Now, deal the cards.
They're dealt.
Well...
Well, Brandy's done the trick,
hasn't it?
[Laughs]
Hasn't it, Miranda?
Huh?
This time it'll be
all that money.
[Laughs]
Against all of my canvases.
They're not all yours
to give away, are they?
All the paintings in the house
are of Miranda.
But she doesn't own them.
Do you?
Well...
That's everything then.
[Door slams]
He can have it all back,
I don't want it.
We've obviously all had
too much to drink and-
oh, bullshit.
No, we haven't had
nearly enough.
And no, you won
everything fairly.
It's all rightfully yours.
[Door shuts]
[Faint shouting]
[Gerald]
F***ing Ivy league bullshit!
Elizabeth?
Beth.
It's me.
Open the door.
[Rain pouring]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Door clan ks]
[Footsteps tapping]
You're not in bed yet?
No, I'd fallen asleep.
Where have you been?
I've thrown him out.
Really?
[Panting]
Oh, the best thing
I ever did, of course.
I don't know why I ever took up
with the bastard.
- So, why did you?
- What?
Take him off.
Oh, do you want some?
[Lucian]
No.
- [Miranda gags] - What's wrong?
Are you okay?
[Miranda]
Sick, nauseous.
[Gasping]
[Spits]
Give a woman a bit of privacy.
Sorry.
I just wanted to make sure
that you were okay.
[Giggles]
It's yours now.
What do you mean?
You won everything.
The paintings, at cards.
Well that's gonna
when I have to give it
all back to Gerald...
Gerald's not coming back.
God, I told you that.
It's yours now.
Where could he
have possibly gone
at this time of night?
Who knows?
I don't know.
He may be half-way
to Boston by now.
Maybe Canada.
Somewhere far away.
Maybe Bermuda.
[Chuckles]
Quoting Baudelaire to himself.
You're wrong to call it erotica.
It's not designed to...
To titillate.
You mean you're not titillated?
You don't like them.
No, they're...
They're good, but...
They just don't seem quite...
Complete.
I know what you mean.
Yeah.
His earlier work
might be more understandable.
Or something.
More like me.
Do you have any of those here?
There's one upstairs in my room.
Your room?
[Chuckles]
Come on.
I'll show it to you.
[Giggles]
Come on.
[Lucian]
It's very nice.
I suppose that picture
is yours as well.
[Scoffs]
I suppose so.
I'm going to have
a great big bonfire
with all of Gerald's stuff.
Why not just box it all up
and put it in storage?
[Sighs]
There's too much.
God, it'll take me weeks
to burn all this stuff.
You've never seen
such a hoarder.
I don't know,
my mother was-
no, I promise.
You've never seen anyone
like him.
It's all bullshit.
He only had mediocre talent.
When he moved in here,
he brought all of this sh*t
with him.
Guess we're all hoarders.
Sit down.
You don't understand.
It wasn't unreasonable
his old sketchbooks
and canvases but...
His old clothes, his old shoes.
Magazines and crap.
eventually, but not Gerald.
He kept everything.
And he made collections
of all kinds of things.
It only made it worse.
Like what?
Birds eggs,
butterflies, stamps...
Match box tops,
cigarette packets.
Never anything of value.
[Sighs]
The day he moved in here...
I expected him
to bring a suitcase.
But he brought
Everything's gonna be fine.
Ugh. Ignore me,
I'm so stupid.
[Birds chirping]
I can't believe
Why don't you guys
have chairs out here?
Gerald preferred the patio.
With the trees, the ferns.
- The moist...
- Green shadows...
Why do you say that?
has come over me.
What happened out there?
I mean...
Nothing. I fell.
Let's go swimming.
[Laughs]
Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go into the water.
- Are you... you wet-Kent momma.
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