Dangerous Game Page #7

- Yeah.

Don't you think we should wake him up?

I don't know.

Let him sleep.

I love you, Maddy.

I love you, too.

I slept with Sarah Jennings

the day you came to L.A.

A half hour before

you got there to the room.

She wasn't the first, Maddy.

I don't know how many women

there have been on the set.

Sets.

Actresses, models, wardrobe, makeup.

I've done it all through our marriage...

and I've concealed it from you.

I tried to keep the truth from you, but...

I don't want to do that anymore.

I'm exhausted and

I've just got to get it off my chest.

What are you telling me?

What the f*** are you telling me?

Why are you even telling me this now?

- I just can't...

- This is my...

What are you saying?

I just can't live with this charade anymore.

I just can't. I'm gonna lose my mind.

I'm sorry it has to be today, but I just

can't go on with this charade anymore.

I just had to tell you.

- Please.

- Eddie.

Eddie, why are you telling me this now?

What the f*** are you

telling me this for now?

You think I knew this?

You think I knew

you were f***ing Sarah Jennings...

a half hour before I got there?

It's not Sarah Jennings.

I'm talking about me and you.

I'm talking about our son.

I don't know, I just...

Our son? Tell me about our son.

Things don't make sense to me anymore.

You let me bring our son into a world...

based on your f***ing lies?

Your f***ing lies?

Don't do that.

Don't do what? Don't you do it.

Who the f*** do you think you are,

god damn you?

What are you doing?

What do you mean, what I'm doing?

What the f*** are you doing?

The truth? Let's talk about the truth.

Tell me the truth. Let's hear the truth.

You don't want to hear it.

You slept with Sarah Jennings.

You slept with actresses.

It's not about Sarah Jennings.

It's about me.

It's about who I am and who you are.

And what about Tommy?

What about your son?

What about this family we created?

What about the commitment?

What about it?

I mean, you used our f***ing child...

to legitimize yourself

in front of some blonde's eyes?

Some bleached-blonde

Hollywood b*tch's eyes?

And you're telling me this now?

Damn, what the f*** are you?

I thought you had a soul,

I thought there was something in there.

You've used our child, man.

You're nothing but

a Hollywood piece of crap.

Get out. Just get the f*** out of here

before I kill you, all right?

No. Don't touch me.

Why is the flowerpot on the floor?

'Cause Mommy missed me.

- How are you doing?

- Good.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Tommy, come on.

Let's go take a bath or something.

Let's get dressed. We have places to go to.

Get the f*** out.

I don't need anything from you.

Get the f*** out of here.

You want to explain it to him?

Talk to him. Tell him.

- Here, Tommy.

- I gotta...

No. Get over here. Explain it to him.

You tell him what your life is like.

No, get back here and confront your son.

Get the f*** back here, man!

I'm sorry.

You all right?

Listen. Don't worry about it.

We'll talk it over later, all right?

Mr. Israel, can I get you

another glass of wine?

Please.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

I just want to tell you I really love your work.

How kind of you.

- Can I get you anything?

- Yeah, they need some sushi back here.

When I was a young man,

I joined the Marine Corps...

because I was very angry,

very upset, very lost, you know...

living in Brooklyn...

and not able to find myself...

And joined this place trying to find a way

to deal with this rage. Looking for a war.

Trying to find a war.

Young Marines try to find a war...

'cause you wanna kill somebody.

And then discovering there...

along with this opportunity...

to vent this rage, mindlessly, by the way. ;

"My country right or wrong." Think of that.

So doesn't matter if my country's wrong,

I wanna do what they ask me, anyway.

How blind can you get?

But finding there,

in this idea of Marine, a spiritual thing.

My first venture into spiritual being

was in the Marine Corps.

He's a thief

He's the robber of the seven seas

What do you want to explain to me?

He's a thief

Do you want me to forgive you?

He's the robber of the seven seas

Do you want me to condone what you do?

If you think duplicity

is so admirable in a person...

I want you to teach your son how to lie.

If you think drugs and alcohol

are so wonderful...

then I want you to go out

and buy some for our son.

If you think infidelity

is such a virtue in a person...

then I want you to bring

one of your girlfriends over here...

and f*** her in front of your son.

That's all I want from you, Eddie.

Because a boy should learn from his father.

You're a joke.

No dignity, no self-respect.

If you were any kind of a human being...

you'd take this knife here...

and you'd put it right through

my f***ing heart.

Maybe then I might have

some respect for you. Maybe.

What are your plans

when this movie's all over?

What are you gonna be doing?

I shouldn't make movies anymore.

I should go to a lunatic asylum, right away.

But I don't know, it's...

Very much of it is too crazy and too...

Just not what a man should do

in his life all the time.

And I feel...

even if I get that boat over the mountain...

and somehow I finish that film...

anyone can congratulate me

and talk me into finding it marvelous.

Nobody on this earth will convince me

to be happy about all that.

Not until the end of my days.

He wants it back,

he doesn't want to let it go.

It's this and it's that.

It's that I wish I didn't need you.

I wish the f*** you were dead.

It gives me the goosebumps.

You know? I wish you were f***ing dead.

I wish I didn't need you.

- I wish I didn't love you.

- I wish I didn't love you.

So it's, like, remember this?

That's what he's going through.

Remember this? I bought this for you?

He remembers it.

He remembers what the love was like.

And he's losing it. He wants it back.

So why does he destroy it?

There we have The Mother of Mirrors,

I guess.

That we can talk about

probably for decades...

how we destroy the only love...

the love that we've all had in our lives

and then f***ed it up.

Why? Lack of strength,

lack of courage, fear?

- What?

- Despair.

Despair.

You want me to give up drinking?

You want me to give up drugs?

You want me to give up f***ing?

You want me to give up something?

I can't give it up.

You want me to give it up,

but I can't give it up.

And that love is withdrawing.

It's dying.

You know what I'm talking about,

don't you?

You're gonna do a thing like that,

do it when you're sober.

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