Body Heat Page #2

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A boat.

It's a mess, really.

There's a old rowboat,

and some lounge chairs, things like that.

I think you should go now.

I just got here.

You've seen them.

Please go.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have let you come.

- You're not so tough after all, are you?

- No, I'm weak.

Yes. Oh, yes.

Yes, it's so right.

Please, Ned, do it.

How are you doing?

Good walk, right.

Mrs. Singer.

Mrs. Singer.

- I would have gladly come to your house.

- Oh, no.

The doctor said I should walk,

and I did have some shopping.

Not that the quack knows

what he's talking about.

Mr. Racine, I'm just not sure

that his testimony is going to be useful.

Don't worry about it, we'll find

a doctor who's more understanding.

- Is it bad today?

- You just can't imagine.

Nobody can repay me

for the pain I've been through.

How well I know.

We'll sue those reckless bastards dry.

Excuse my language.

No, don't apologize.

You have to have an attitude

like that these days.

I like this place.

It's got a nice feel.

- You were on top.

- So it could use a better mattress.

- See to it, will you?

- Yes, sir.

Give me a break here.

It takes a little while.

It's your own fault.

I never wanted it like this before.

It throws everything else out of whack.

It takes me a good 30 seconds.

Are you sure?

I just want to be sure.

What are you doing?

I have to wash these.

Afraid of your maid?

That's right.

My mother told me,

"Knowledge is power."

This is an interesting interpretation.

Isn't that why you've started

smoking my brand?

No one must know, Ned.

Promise me. No one.

Take it easy, all right?

You look terrible. Don't you sleep?

I had a dream last night so boring it woke

me up. I was afraid to go back to sleep.

- Where the hell have you been?

- I've been around.

I've barely seen you for a month.

Wait a minute, some new quiff, isn't it?

What's wrong with me?

You've never been shy about this before.

- Oscar.

- Weren't at the Y last week. We lost.

He's getting discreet.

I can't believe it.

What you got in pie today, Stella?

There's cherry, cherry and cherry.

- What do you recommend?

- I like the cherry.

Bring it on.

And a gigantic Coca-Cola.

I'm really disappointed in you. I've been

living vicariously off of you for years.

- If you shut up now, I only have my wife.

- Nothing to tell, I lead a lonely life.

- Right, and it'll snow later on today.

- And people are basically decent.

Probably somebody I know,

somebody in uniform.

- Come on.

- No army personnel around. Waitress?

Could it be?

Oh, I know, I know.

You finally got to Glenda. How was it?

Did she let you into the no parking zone?

I happen to know Glenda

is seriously involved...

...with a narc from Palm Beach.

- There you are.

- From Palm Beach, what is that, his hobby?

- How's the cop business?

Real good. Always starts hopping

in weather like this.

- When it's hot, people try to kill each other.

- That's right.

I know some people who'll be dead

if we don't get a break soon.

We got more of everything bad

since the wave started.

It's that crisis atmosphere.

People dress different, feel different,

they sweat more...

...wake up cranky and never recover.

Look at Lowenstein.

Everything is just a little askew.

Pretty soon people think

the old rules are not in effect...

...start to break them, figuring nobody'll

care because it's emergency time.

Time out.

I can't figure out how you can be doing

advanced theoretical thinking like that...

...and still be stuck in our little town.

- Lowenstein dreams of bigger things.

Assistant county prosecutor

isn't the end of the line.

Someday, deputy county prosecutor.

When the truth comes out about some

of the dirt I've been involved in...

...my future in this state

will be unlimited.

Hi, Ned.

Hi, Glenda.

- You all right?

- Don't stop.

You are killing me.

I'm red, I'm sore.

You're sore?

You've got nerve.

Look at it.

It's about to fall off.

Is there any more ice?

I'm burning up.

He's coming up tomorrow.

I can't stand the thought of him.

He's small...

...and mean...

...and weak.

Lady, you want to f***?

Gee, I don't know.

Maybe.

- This sure is a friendly town.

- I'm sorry.

You are?

You mean the offer is no good?

I feel like a jerk.

Well, maybe you were supposed

to deliver it next door.

You must be looking for

the lady of the house.

Ned, this is Mary Ann.

We were just meeting.

Ned made me feel very welcome.

I am an idiot.

How are you? I'm...

- You staying in town?

- No, just passing through.

Nice area.

A little hot for my tastes.

It's unusual.

We're famous for our cool breezes.

Want to stay for dinner?

I've got to go.

Got to go.

Bye.

You two have fun now.

I didn't see her car.

I'm sorry.

I've got to be more careful.

Mary Ann is an old friend.

She's like a sister to me.

She wants me to be happy.

How do you know?

I saw the will once.

He showed it to me.

He was trying to prove something.

How much he loved me, or something.

How did he get so fat?

Stock market,

real estate, investments.

He doesn't tell me much,

but I've picked up a little.

- They own a lot of land along the shore.

- Who's "they"?

He's never introduced me to anyone.

I'm not sure if they're all legitimate.

I wonder what they call themselves.

Maybe I've heard of them.

I know they own that place

in Miranda Beach, The Breakers.

The Breakers? I thought

Morrie Fisher owned that land.

Edmund mentioned it once.

It scares me to talk about these things.

Why?

- You know.

- No, I don't.

Let's just not.

Let's just not think about all he's got.

Wait a minute.

Tell me exactly what it is

that frightens you.

I'm afraid because...

...when I think about it...

...I wish he'd die.

That's really what I want.

It's horrible and it's ugly...

...and it's what I most want.

- That's where we're at, isn't it?

- What do you mean?

That's what we're both thinking. How good

it would be for us if he was gone.

No, Ned. Please, don't.

Don't talk about it.

Talk is dangerous,

sometimes it makes things happen.

- It makes them real.

- Don't get scared.

Because he is not going to die.

Nothing wrong with him, is there?

No reason to think he'll die, is there?

- No.

- That's right.

So we might as well forget about it.

It's not going to just happen

to make things nice for us.

It won't just happen.

If you do leave him,

you'll come out all right.

- A divorce?

- Yeah, he's ripe.

No, I signed a prenuptial agreement.

- What?

- He insisted.

He blamed it on his sister, Roz.

She's always hated me,

but I know he wanted it too.

- How is it?

- It's bad.

I get some money for a year,

not much. That's it.

Does it matter, Ned?

Tell me the truth, please.

The truth.

I wish you were going to be loaded.

Does it matter? No. No.

God, you make me happy.

It's time for your present.

From now on, when it starts coming down

on you, I'll be there to protect you.

Try it on.

I bet I guessed the size right.

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