Clara's Heart Page #4
- PG-13
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- 1988
- 108 min
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ARE YOU?
YES, I AM.
I CARE:
WELL,
ENJOY YOUR LUNCH.
IT WAS NICE:
TO MEET YOU, DAVID.
BYE.
BYE.
DOESN'T SHE?
WHY NOT? I'M NO SUCH A BAD GUY.
YOU AND MOM:
JUST GOT SEPARATED,
SOMEONE ELSE.
WHO I'M SEEING.
WHO'S MOM SEEING?
THE GREAT SINGING
PSYCHOLOGIS WE MET THAT SATURDAY.
THAT DR. EPSTEIN GUY?
IT'S GOOD, DAVID.
YOUR MOM DESERVES
TO BE HAPPY, TOO.
YOU AND MOM...
YOU AND MOM:
SOUNDS RIGHT.
MAKES SENSE.
HE HAD NO RIGH TO TELL YOU THAT.
WHEN I FIGURED OU HOW I WANTED TO
COME HERE, BABY.
PETER'S MAKING
FALL INTO PLACE:
FOR ME.
INTO HELPING MYSELF
BEFORE I CAN HELP
ANYONE ELSE.
REALLY SELFISH,
BUT I'M DOING
THE BEST I CAN.
AND I LOVE YOU.
I DO.
KISS.
[CAR DOOR SLAMS]
HI. HOW WAS
YOUR WEEKEND?
OH, CHILD,
IT WAS WONDERFUL.
GOOD LAVISHING.
WE GIRLS:
CAN CERTAINLY CHAT.
WOO!
WHO CAME OVER?
IT WAS ME, BLANCHE,
LYDIA, AND BOBS,
IT BE LOOKIN'
AREN'T YOU
THE SILVER-TONGUED
DEVIL.
TERRIFIC.
REALLY MEMORABLE.
KEEP UP APPEARANCES
OR SOMETHING:
FOR A CHILD'S BENEFIT?
DAVID, CLARA,
I'M LEAVING.
WHERE TO?
PETER HAS:
A WORKSHOP TONIGHT.
I'M LATE. I'LL TALK
TO YOU LATER.
OH! MY TWO-CENT TOOTSIES
ARE KILLING ME.
HERE, LET ME
THANK YOU.
WHAT RED SUITCASE?
UNDER YOUR BED:
AND TAKE:
TO YOUR APARTMENT.
MY ROOM:
IS ME PRIVACY.
HOW COME YOU DON' HAVE HAIR ON YOUR LEGS?
BECAUSE I'M
NATURALLY HAIRLESS.
LIKE THAT?
LIKE HOW?
DON'T YOU NEVER
I'M SORRY.
KEEP YOUR HANDS:
OFF MY PERSON, CHILD.
WAIT.
GET OUT,
NOW! GET OUT!
[DOOR OPENS]
YOUR DINNER'S DOWNSTAIRS.
I'M NOT HUNGRY.
YOU MUS KEEP UP YOUR STRENGTH.
A PUNY MIDGET.
I GUESS I'M SUPPOSED
BUT I'LL TELL YOU
IN MY COUNTRY:
"PUNY PUNY" MEANS MEN
WITH MANY WOMEN:
UNLESS YOU'VE BEEN INVITED.
CLARA?
YES, DAVID?
WHY DID EDITH:
MESS UP EVERYTHING?
THEM THAT DIE:
AND STRANGENESS OF LIFE, DAVID.
I FIGURED:
YOU'D SAY THAT.
DAVID.
KNOW THIS--
ALWAYS?
I DON'T GET IT.
SISYPHUS IS CONDEMNED
BUT HE COMMITS:
TO THE ENTERPRISE.
IT'S STUPID.
HE'S AN IDIOT.
BECAUSE IT'S THE EFFORT,
DAVID,
THAT GIVES MEANING
TO OUR LIVES.
IS THAT RIGHT?
YEP.
YOU MAKE:
NO. A FRENCH WRITER
NAMED CAMUS.
UH, I'M GOING TO
LEAVE YOU GUYS:
AND GO CHECK:
ON MY SERVICE.
USE THE PHONE:
YOU'LL HAVE
MORE PRIVACY.
DAVID, PETER
HAS ASKED ME:
TO HELP HIM:
ON A WORKSHOP:
THIS WEEKEND:
IN SAN FRANCISCO.
NOW, I TOLD HIM
THAT I WOULD:
SPEAK TO YOU:
ABOUT IT FIRST,
THAT IF:
IT BOTHERED YOU:
TERRIBLY,
I WOULDN'T DO IT.
SURE. GO.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
HELLO?
OH. NO, MOM'S
NOT HERE, DAD.
SHE IS SACKING OU IN SAN FRANCISCO
WITH THE OLD:
SINGING PSYCHOLOGIST.
RUN A WORKSHOP.
YEAH. THAT'S THE WORD HERE, DAD.
FILM AT 6:
00.I'M JUST HANGING OU WITH CLARA,
SITTING IN FRON OF MOTHER'S MIRROR
AND PUTTING ON:
THAT WOMAN'S COSMETICS,
SO TALKIE-TALKIE
NEXT WEEK, FATHER.
SO LONG, NOW.
ME NOT TROUBLE:
HER THINGS.
COME ON. SIT UP.
CLARA.
WILL I BE LIKE--
I MEAN,
AND EVERYTHING.
BUT OF COURSE.
BUT, DAVID,
INTEREST YOU YET?
IT'S NOT THA THEY DON'T INTEREST ME.
OH.
WELL, SOMETHING
TELLS ME:
THAT VERY, VERY SOON
THOSE LITTLE GIRLS
INTERESTED IN YOU, TOO.
YOU SWEAR?
ABSOLUTELY.
WHAT A STRANGE CHILD
YOU ARE.
SOMETIME YOU FEEL
I THINK I DON' KNOW YOU AT ALL.
OF COURSE:
YOU KNOW ME.
YOU KNOW ME:
BETTER THAN ANYONE.
NOT TRUE.
NOBODY EVER:
REALLY KNOWS ANYONE,
AND JUST WHEN:
PEOPLE CHANGE RIGH BEFORE YOUR EYES.
I HOPE:
YOU LIKE JAMMIN', TOO
4, 5, 6.
7, 8, 9.
7, 8.
7. 8.
1, 2, 3.
JAMMIN' TILL
SO, CLARA'S BOY,
YOU MUSTN'T BE
FRIGHTENED OF ME.
MUST BE CLARA:
TELL YOU SOME:
SHE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING
ABOUT YOU.
ALL YOU NEED:
TO KNOW, THEN,
IS THIS--
WHEN MAYFIELD GO,
DEATH AND ALL:
BE A-FOLLOW.
I'LL GO UPSTAIRS
DON'T MOVE YET.
JUST STAY:
RIGHT HERE.
WHAT THE HECK.
SO TELL ME:
SOMETHING.
ABOUT RALPHIE?
I KNOW:
YEAH? SHE DID.
SHE COULDN' TELL YOU
THE WHOLE STORY.
ANYWAY, HUH?
FOR CARE.
MAKE CERTAIN YOU DO THAT, MAN.
WELCOME, CLARA.
YOU...
THEY TOLD ME:
YOU WAS OUTSIDE.
I HAD TO.
WHY?
IN HERE.
I'M NOT USED
TO THE TROPICS.
WITH HER FRIEND.
SHE WAS TRYING:
TELL YOU?
TO ASK YOU:
ABOUT RALPHIE.
WHAT DID I SAY:
ABOUT ASKING:
ABOUT MY PERSON?
I DIDN'T SAY
ANYTHING.
SHE SAY:
ANYTHING ELSE?
NOTHING.
THAT'S IT.
I SWEAR.
CLARA?
YES, DAVID?
NOTHING.
GOD HAS SMILED...
ON ME:
GOD HAS...
EXCUSE ME.
DIDN'T I TELL YOU
I NEED IT.
YOUR PARENTS:
WOULD HAVE A COW
IF THEY KNEW.
SHH.
WHEN I'M HERE,
YOU TAKE YOURSELF
BACK THERE:
AND SIT DOWN.
THE BODY:
OF CHRIST.
AMEN.
THE BODY:
OF CHRIST.
AMEN.
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