Dangerous Game

Will you eat on the plane?

No. I hate plane food.

Well, I hope this tastes better.

Have some faith in yourself.

This is going to taste fantastic.

- I'll bet you it does. Watch.

- Taste it.

I'll bet you this tastes so good

that I'm not going to believe it.

- Want a steak?

- No.

That's why Tommy didn't want pasta,

I guess.

- It's delicious.

- Yeah, right. Thank you.

The perfect gentleman.

I said it's delicious.

Thank you, darling. Thank you.

Don't forget me, kid. I'm your daddy.

Romulo, listen, we're celebrating

the beginning of our new movie.

Yes.

- Would you sing a song for us?

- I'd be glad to.

You would? Thank you.

Beautiful.

The story I'm telling,

The Mother of Mirrors...

concerns a husband and wife

who have agreed upon...

a certain lifestyle to help them to live.

In that relationship,

the wife has a change of heart...

about the lifestyle that they're living,

which has included...

multiple sex partners and drugs.

Sort of a very materialistic living.

And she has had a change of mind.

And has come to understand for herself

that, that lifestyle is a lie.

Whereas her husband, he feels...

that the way of life they agreed upon...

involving multiple sex,

drugs and everything, is for him a truth.

However horrendous it might be,

or however hellish that truth might be...

he needs that.

That, he feels, is giving him something,

is taking him someplace...

that is as truthful...

as her religious discoveries.

Not only that...

but he feels that

those religious discoveries are shams.

Frank?

I think he was on the set talking with Sarah.

He left after that.

Check his camper.

Eddie, we got him.

You got him. It's okay, we got him.

He's on the set.

You don't know where he is.

Quiet back there, please.

$1,500 f***ing sofa.

All this sh*t!

Gonna burn it down to the f***ing ground.

Torch this f***ing house tonight

and not even blink.

Burn you and me in it.

Yeah, Frank.

I want you to take your time to build it.

I want you to take the time to build it.

He's looking for satisfaction and can't get it.

He ain't getting it from the booze.

He goes over to her,

he ain't getting it from her.

He comes back in here, he's still...

getting drunker, can't get satisfaction.

I want you to go pee on the f***ing floor.

"I'll get a reaction. I'll show her.

"I'll show her. F*** her,

and f*** this house and everything."

What's that saying,

"The eyes are the windows to the soul"?

Come over here.

I wanna see what happens

when you step in front of the mirror.

Maybe it'll be good for you.

Maybe it'll be good for me.

Maybe I'll have a conversion experience.

Maybe I'll become like you.

F***ing perfect.

Come here.

Just want to see what happens.

I want you to look in the mirror.

I want you to tell me what you see.

What do you see?

You know what I see?

I see a two-bit c*nt

having a nervous breakdown.

I see a woman who's holier than all...

whose hands are filled with the blood...

of who the hell knows how many abortions,

how many one-night fucks.

The lies, the deceits.

You leave a trail of misery like that,

and then you dare to condescend to me?

I'm not condescending to you.

The f*** you're not!

You know, I'm sick of this metanoia sh*t.

Your ethics, your rosaries, your novenas.

All right. Okay, Russell.

No, it's not all right.

You think you're something special, right?

But you know what you are?

You're a half-baked nobody

with a broken heart.

Well, f*** you and your opinions.

I'm not stupid, Russell.

- Stupid?

- You don't have to talk to me that way.

You're too boring to be stupid.

You're dead.

Your insecurities paralyzed you.

You're f***ing dead

and you don't even know it.

I know it.

I hope that I can be strong enough

to live out what I just said I want to live out.

I mean, isn't that exactly

what's happening with Claire?

- She has this revelation...

- She tried to be as strong.

She's saying, "This is what I've come to,

and this is what I believe in."

And every time he hits her or pushes her

or threatens her, she's like...

She's challenged, she's like:

"Can I live up to this? Can I hold onto this?

"Can I live what I just said I believed in?

Can I?"

And every minute with Russell is a test.

It begins with him arguing with you,

that "my journey is as spiritual as yours is.

"I need this on my journey.

"I need this to face hell, I need the coke...

- "I need the sex, I need the booze."

- Right.

"That's as real as your journey,

as your spiritual quest is.

"You need what? A book,

you need a cross, a symbol.

"I need this." So it becomes an argument.

Between heaven and hell, if you will...

you know, to find what the right path is.

What do you call a girl without an a**hole?

- What?

- Single.

Oh, God.

I know one.

- Why did God create men?

- Why?

Because vibrators can't mow the lawn.

Come on, that was funny, wasn't it?

She's on a roll.

She is indeed. I won't even ask

where you've heard these.

Okay. What is a brunette

standing between two blondes?

- I give up.

- An interpreter.

Okay, why does a blonde

always wear huge hoop earrings?

So she has somewhere to put her feet.

No, so she has some place

to rest her ankles.

Here's a good one.

How do you know when a teamster's dead?

When a teamster dies?

Wait. I should know this.

The doughnut rolls out of his hands.

- I'm gonna go.

- Okay.

- Thanks for dinner, whoever is paying for it.

- Me, I'm paying.

- Bye, Jane.

- Bye, sweetie.

- Goodbye, Randy.

- It's a pleasure.

- Thanks for coming.

- Bye, Eddie.

- Be careful.

- Of what?

Lawn mowers?

Wasn't I right to insist

that you use her, or not?

- She's great, she's fantastic.

- She's quite a gal.

Now, I know he's your friend

and everything, Eddie...

but are you really sold on Burns?

Who would you rather see in the role?

I was just floating it out there.

- Some CAA client?

- Of course, I'm an agent, you know.

But if that's your choice, I back it.

You tried to get rid of him.

What do you mean you back it?

- I was just floating it out there...

- Anybody else besides a CAA client?

I'm sure I could come up with a list of

non-CAA clients, if you wanted to see one.

You heard the joke about the actor

that walked into his agent's office...

he opened the door, walked in,

the agent stood up and, "Hello," he lied.

Yeah, I've actually heard that.

Nothing personal.

Nothing personal taken, believe me.

- Yeah.

- Frank, it's me.

Hey, what's happening, man?

What are you doing?

I'm in bed.

I'm looking at the stuff.

How's it look?

I think you'd be surprised.

She looks good, Frank.

She looks good?

How good does she look?

You ought to look at the tapes.

I don't have to look at it, man.

I was there, remember?

Look, we both know she's a f***ing whore

and she can't act.

Give her a chance, will you?

I'm giving her a chance.

Okay, man, huh?

I know that makes me feel ugly,

unsympathetic.

I need these things.

I don't want to feel bad. I want to feel good,

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