Faithful Page #7

- Don't I turn you on?

- Please.

- Come on then, Jackie. Do me.

Right here on the floor.

Come on, I'm ready.

Have you been taking

your medication?

Don't you wanna

fck your wife, Jack?

You need to see your shrink.

- What the hell is going on?

- What? I'll get it.

Hello?

Is this 555-4515?

- Yes, it is.

- You're alive!

Yes, I am.

Yes, I'd like to speak to Tony.

This is Doctor Howard.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- Jesus Christ!

Take me to a hospital!

A hospital!

Well, that's not possible. But,

you know, I can call you tomorrow.

We can discuss my appointment

then, okay? Thank you. Bye.

I need a cigarette.

Why do we have to go outside?

Because...

...I found out that secondhand

smoke is very dangerous...

...and I care about you.

What are you talking about?

Who was that on the phone?

- A therapist.

- You already have a therapist.

I know that. But Linda Fisher

came over for lunch yesterday.

And she told me about this guy.

She recommends him highly...

...she tninks he's fabulous. Also,

she thinks I've been going to...

...my therapist for five years.

I need a change.

And you know what else

she told me?

She thinks Bob's cheating on her.

What makes her think that?

- A woman knows, Jack.

- Yeah.

- What do you mean, a woman knows?

- He hasn't touched her for months.

Well, you know, but they been

married for, what, fifteen years.

- That happens.

- Jack...

- ...I saw him with another woman.

- When?

What difference does it make when?

- Well, maybe it was just a friend.

- No.

They were sitting,

at a table, candlelight...

...and he had his tongue down

her throat. I don't think so.

- Did you tell Linda?

- No, should I have?

No, it's better you mind

your own business.

- Jack?

- Yeah?

- Can one woman make a man happy?

- Yeah sure, the one he can't have.

I'm not talking about myself.

But a lot of men feel that way.

- She knows he's cheating.

- Yeah, you've told her.

No.

Come on, don't bullsht me.

Did you tell her or not?

- Bob's a good friend of mine.

- I said I didn't tell her.

I wish I had. You shoud've seen

her in the house. She was crying.

Her life is shattered now

because your good friend.

Bob, told her he's in love

with another woman.

Hold it. Bob's a good guy.

He's just got problems like

anybody else, okay?

Besides, he told me, he just

fell out of love with Linda.

And he's met somebody

that he really cares about.

- How old is she?

- She's twent four.

But don't, don't jump to

any conclusions. I know you.

Bob doesn't support her.

She's got her own job.

- What does she do?

- She's a cocktail waitress.

I'm starving.

Jack, is it possible for a man

to be faithful today?

Why is it always the man?

Women cheat, too, you know?

Maybe someday you'll be

unfaithful to me. You hungry?

All I know is Bob told me

he had been faithful to...

...Linda for fifteen years. That

ought to count for something.

Count for what? What he's building

good points, so now he can cheat?

You don't know the pressure

Bob was under.

What pressure? What?

That mid-life crisis crap that

you guys use as an excuse to...

...act like teenagers

for the rest of your lives?

Women are born with a parachute

on their back.

All they have to do is

pull the rip cord and get married.

- That's bulisht and you know it.

- No, it's not bullsht.

In the eyes of the world,

a woman can't be a failure.

The worst that she can be

is a housewife.

I'm a housewife, Jack.

Is that the worst I could be?

- Listen...

- No, you listen to me, okay.

Mister Success?

When my father died

and left me the business...

...it was my idea to sell

the house and buy more trucks.

Don't you throw that up

in my face.

And another thing. When we got

married, Jack, we had nothing.

Where was my parachute then?

The business is in trouble

because of your ego.

You're overextended

and you know it, Jack. Okay?

Those cars, this house.

Look at the size of this house,

Jack.

There's only two of us.

We didn't need it.

I wanted a family.

I deal with that

every day of my life.

You really hurts me, Jack?

Is the fact that you've got

someone that you care about...

...and you're not even man

enough to admit it.

Okay?

That's not true.

I know about your little five-day

excursion to Puerto Rico, okay?

Your fcking travel agent called

me to confirm the reservations.

And Jack, I know about your little

personal assistant, Debbie.

- Debbie? Debbie works for me.

- No, Jack, Debbie works on you.

- That's enough.

- The business is in my name.

If we get divorced, you get

nothing, and you know it.

- You're not divorcing me.

- I am. I am.

I am leaving you with Debbie

and her lake his.

Her tits are not fake.

Don't get smart with me, Jack.

Just admit that you've been

cheating on me...

...and that you're in love

with Debbie.

I love you.

Jack, just be a man

and answer the question.

Hey, I came home to be with you.

You understand?

I could've slept over.

I was tired.

But I came home to be with you,

to give you your gift.

It's our anniversary.

Why are you doing this?

You know, our anniversary,

that's a good point, Jack.

What kind of a marriage do

you think this is?

You know, why don't you take

one of your pills?

I don't want one of my pills,

okay?

- I want some answers!

- What answers?

- What answers do you want?

I wanna hear it from your lips...

...Jack.

- Have you been faithful to me?

- No.

Good, that's a start.

Now tell me why.

- I don't know.

- Well, you know what?

That's not good enough.

I deserve some answers.

When was the last time

we made love?

- I don't remember.

- Yeah, well, I do.

Let me refresh your memory. Jack.

It was four months ago.

Listen, I work hard every day.

I come home, you've taken...

Wait! Okay? You're lying.

You're lying again.

You are lying again. You just

admitted that...

...you've been unfaithful.

Now just tell me: Do you love her?

No.

Jack, please, tell me.

If you've ever told the truth in

your life, please tell me now.

All right? You said you wanted

to start over again.

We gotta clear the air, Jack.

Please. Just tell me.

If you tell me the truth,

I could forgive you. All right?

But you gotta tell

the truth or I can't...

...I can't trust you again, Jack.

Please tell me.

I swear I wilt not get upset.

I swear to God.

Just tell me. Do you love Debbie?

- Yes.

- You piece of sht!

- Don't talk to me like that.

- You lowlife fck.

If you think that I'm gonna rool

over and play dead so that you...

...and Debbie and her fake tits...

...can walk off into the sunset

together, you're nuts.

I'm leaving you with nothing.

You're not leaving me,

you're my wife.

Yeah, no, you have

your new love, Debbie.

It's just a phase

I'm going through.

A phase?

Do you think that

she loves you, Jack?

- Please.

- No, answer the question.

- Do you think she loves you?

- Yes.

Have you looked in

the mirror lately?

What?

The mirror. Have you looked

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