Emotional Arithmetic Page #3

- I can't believe it either.

If you are about to request a visitation

with our friends the frogs,

the moment is not good.

So how's your sex life?

Well, that's fairly blunt.

Well, there's no point

beating around the bush as they say.

Well, most of my friends are wasps...

- What?

- I mean, the ones that buzz.

How did that happen? That is so

weird. Come on, there have been girls.

I bet you've dated lots of girls.

Have you ever been in love?

Yeah. Once.

Really. Well, what happened?

She, um... She married someone else.

What are you doing?

- Hold on.

- Jesus Christ.

- Hello, Christopher.

- Hello, Melanie.

Goddamn son of a b*tch,

bastard piece of sh*t!

- Did you have a good rest?

- Yes. I slept.

I envy you, you know.

Oh?

- Yes, all this.

- Oh, yeah, life is easy here.

- I understand Melanie was your student.

- That's right.

No, I envy you living out your life

with someone you love.

No?

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

I'm not quite sure if it's about love anymore.

Sorry to disappoint you.

No, no, don't be sorry.

Hello, Juliet.

Let's get something special for Jakob.

Maybe caviar or vodka?

- Do you think he drinks?

- Um, I don't know.

- But you know what he would like?

- What?

- Cheeseburgers.

- Really?

- Yup. And chocolate pudding.

- And cookies.

I know he'd like that.

And we have to get asparagus.

- Why, if it isn't Melanie Winters!

- Jane. How are you?

- I'm just great.

- Great.

I didn't know you were out.

Yes, I escaped.

People are looking for me right now.

- You look just fabulous.

- Thanks.

Who's your friend?

Aren't you going to introduce us?

Right. Sorry.

Jane Radley, one of David's conquests.

And this is Christopher.

We were at camp together.

- Christopher Lewis. Nice to meet you.

- What a cute accent!

So what do you think

of our provincial little town?

- It's very nice.

- I know. Pretty pokey.

But it's home.

Great seeing you. Very nice to meet you.

- You, too.

- Say hi to David.

Sure. B*tch.

- At camp?

- Well, what do you say?

I mean, we met at Drancy.

Drancy, which is a camp.

I mean, nobody knows.

If it was Dachau or Auschwitz maybe,

but a little transit camp outside of Paris,

nobody's ever heard of it.

We're second-rate survivors.

What do you say?

I say I was at Drancy with Melanie.

Huh.

Well, it works when you say it.

- This is stupid.

- Why?

Because you're not supposed

to separate the yolk from the white.

That's not why eggs were invented.

Son of a b*tch!

Are you all right?

- That wasn't loaded.

- No, I found the bullets and loaded it.

No need to worry.

Oh?

I never held one of these before.

- Wasn't this the gun that won the wild west?

- Something like that.

I'll just take that. Thank you. Put it away.

I used to hunt with the

director of the psychiatric clinic.

Really? He trusted you with a gun?

Oh, yes. I was his tame Jew.

I see.

That lady back there, Jane.

What did she mean when she said she didn't

know that you were out?

She loved your cute little accent.

David said that you'd been...

That you'd had a troubled time.

Seemed to think you might tell me about it.

There's a comfy little clinic

that I check into every now and then

when I'm having a breakdown.

What kind of breakdown?

How many different kinds

of breakdowns are there?

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right. It's okay.

She's okay. I think I should drive.

- Thought I heard a shot.

- That man's a maniac!

No wonder they stuck him in a loony bin!

- Jakob?

- Yes, Jakob! Who the hell else?

He found my rifle

and was taking potshots in the barn.

Can you believe it?

- Dad, calm down.

- Calm down? We'll all be...

We'll all be dead by morning,

shot in our beds.

I don't care who the hell he is.

He's dangerous. I want him out of here.

I know, I know. I'll be accused

of being a heartless, fascist animal,

but that's the way it's got to be.

Where's Timmy?

He's in his room.

Being a victim of some terrible apocalyptic

event does not make you a saint.

Doesn't work that way.

I know that's the crazy equation that's been

ruling our house for God knows how long,

but it's a crazy equation, nonetheless.

It's gotta stop.

Thanks.

Ben, he's got death written all over him.

- Oh, come on, Dad.

- I can smell it on his clothes.

Oh, wonderful. Apart from everything else

she's not taking her crazy pills.

I tried, can't force it down her throat.

Excuse me,

but, tell me, are these shoes for running?

Yeah, well, kind of.

Oh, good. Very good because...

This is the foot of a young boy in Moscow,

my neighbor.

While I was waiting for my visa,

and he asked me if I could

send him some shoes just for running.

I didn't know there was such a thing.

Tell me, where can I buy shoes like that?

Pretty much any shoe store.

I can go with you to get some if you like.

- Yes, thank you very much.

- Excuse me.

It's okay. It's okay.

Breathe slowly.

In and out.

That's it. That's it.

Why did you come?

I came for Jakob.

To see that he got here all right.

- I owed him that.

- Why did you come?

I came to see you.

To see how your life worked out.

I wasn't exactly...

I wasn't ready to see you.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Melanie...

- Did you think that you could just...

You know, come here,

and just out of the blue

after all this time and I would just...

Nothing would happen?

- I'm sorry, I didn't... I just didn't...

- You see, I was drowning.

And David said

he wanted to take care of me.

He knew how messed up I was,

but he said it was okay,

- that he still wanted to take care of me.

- I could've taken care of you.

No, I... I was already married

when I got your letter.

Do you understand?

I was going to have a baby.

It was... It was just too late. It was just,

it was just that simple. It was too late.

- I could have loved you.

- No, don't say that! Stop it!

I mean, don't you know how hard it was

for me to get my life together

after all this time? Don't you know, without

you, how hard it was for me,

to get my life together? Don't you know?

Don't you know that?

I want to go home... I want to go home.

I need to go home.

Melanie. Melanie Lansing.

- Nationality?

- American.

You must be handed

to the American authorities.

Christopher Lewis.

- Christopher Lewis.

- And what is your nationality, Christopher?

- I'm Irish.

You're free now.

- We're from the Red Cross.

- Sorry, but you will have to wait.

- What?

- This way please.

No! No! No, but, I don't want... No!

- Christopher!

- Melanie!

- Christopher!

- Melanie!

Don't let go! I'm not losing you!

- Don't touch her! Melanie!

- Christopher!

Melanie!

- Christopher!

- Melanie!

- Christopher...

- Melanie!

We are the Red Cross.

- Melanie?

You're on a farm here. You gotta get

used to a little sh*t on your shoes.

- Hey, what's the matter with him?

- Nothing.

Did you have an argument?

What's going on?

Jakob?

Jakob!

You are a baker as well.

I'm trying to.

She writes letters.

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