Finding Neighbors Page #3

I think about something...

- Sweet and sexy?

- Yes.

- Like... me?

- No, the thought

never entered my mind.

- Oh, please.

I know what you think.

I can see it in your eyes.

- You can?

- You are totally busted.

- Okay, fine.

Then I don't have

to lie about it.

- I'm down with that.

- You are.

- You're a man.

I'm a woman.

It doesn't mean

that we're doing anything.

- Mm-hmm.

- This is awesome.

- This?

- Conversation.

- It is.

It's kind of good.

- Mm-hmm.

- Liberating.

- Yeah.

Because I wonder,

sometimes guys,

they just turn off,

you know, for no reason.

So what's it like for you,

getting older?

- What?

- I mean, is

is it really the same?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna wait outside.

- Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.

Do you ever just

want to have a conversation?

With no agenda.

- You have questions?

- I don't know.

Do you?

- Do you have a week?

So you do.

- Well...

What's it like for you

to notice less attention

as the years go by?

- You don't think

I'm attractive?

- Sure I do.

- Oh, God, you think I'm old?

- Of course not.

I think you're beautiful.

- Oh, come on, Sam.

You don't have to say that.

- I'm not just saying that.

So, what, is that

what this is about, huh?

- Yeah, people

treat me differently.

- People?

- Yeah.

- Oh, you mean women.

- People.

- How does that make you feel?

- Come on, you know

how it makes me feel.

I'm just seeing it, you know?

Time's marching on

for all of us.

- Of course it marches on.

I just try not to dwell on it.

- But we need to.

I mean, don't you ever want to

just stop and smell the roses?

- Roses?

What?

Oh.

You mean young tender buds,

huh, like her.

- No, that's not my point

at all.

I want to wake up!

- Are you angry with me?

- How?

- I don't know.

Is this some sort

of male/female thing

because I make more money

than you?

- I'm making no money!

- Forget it.

I don't want to go there.

- And I'm grateful.

- For what?

- For you supporting me.

- Look, in the beginning,

that's what it was.

We needed the money.

I actually like my work.

In the room,

I feel connected to people.

It's...

It's very intimate.

- And that's

what you don't get here?

- That's a good question.

I'm not old.

Crap.

- Oh, Sammy.

- Are we playing?

- Don't you need to create?

- I'm six months late.

What's another day?

- I told Paul.

Four years ago,

I had gone in for a checkup,

and, lo and behold...

It turned out I was positive.

But I couldn't believe it,

you know?

How did it happen?

I had been careful.

And when I asked him,

Jack denied everything.

No, sir, not him.

- He lied?

- I didn't think so.

But three days later,

he broke up with me.

Zip.

- And the email?

- He wanted to come clean.

- So...

now you're done with it?

- Sammy, I have to be.

- So how are you?

- Well, okay, I guess.

In a way, I'm fine.

- I am so sorry, Jeff.

I had no idea.

And Paul?

- He's good.

That's the problem.

- That's a problem?

- It's that I'm not.

- I have it;

He doesn't.

It's a b*tch, you know?

And what's he got

to look forward to?

- But he knew, right?

- From the absolute beginning.

- So maybe he loves you.

The little I get,

it feels very deep.

- That's it, isn't it?

Love.

That's what you write about.

- I have a theory.

It's a zero-sum game.

- Love?

- For every joy,

there's a sorrow.

You and Jack connect,

but that's pain for Paul.

You and Paul

bring sadness to Jack.

On the one hand, there's joy.

On the other,

not so much joy.

In the end, everything's equal.

- You're such a loser.

- Why?

- Well, if that's all it is,

we should all slit our wrists.

No, what you're offering

is only part of it.

You're leaving out

the inspired act,

you know,

the impassioned leap forward,

the preemptive strike

of the samurai.

Granted, it's a shaky progress,

but progress nonetheless.

- How do you know?

- Because I, too, have a theory.

- One step forward,

a half step back,

but definite movement.

Like Jack sends an email,

you propose to Mary.

- You knock on my door.

- Exactly.

That's love too.

- Maybe you're right.

I hope you are.

- I think I saw him

on the river.

- You did?

- He's homeless,

and his name is James.

He's got a new name now.

- James.

- Mm-hmm.

And he's very surprised

to be there.

- He doesn't know

why he's there?

- No, he knows why,

but he has this kind of

wake-up moment.

- Sam?

Oh, God.

- Hello?

Honey Bear?

- Hey, it's me.

- Hey.

- How's it going?

- Pretty good.

- Yeah, what are you doing?

- Working away.

- How's Howie?

- James.

He's James now.

- James?

- Yeah, he's changed.

- Why?

- Well, he was stuck.

- Stuck how?

- Mute.

Immobile.

- Is he stuck now?

- He feels unfettered.

- Well, that's no surprise.

- What do you mean?

- Yeah, because I'm actually

home right now.

- You're home?

- I'm standing in the house,

Sam.

You know,

and correct me if I'm wrong,

but you and James

are remarkably absent.

Where are you?

- I'm next door.

Mary? Mary!

Aw, Mary, come on.

Come on.

Are you tipsy?

- Not nearly enough.

- What about the car?

- Sherrie drove.

We talked...

a lot.

- Great.

- So why do you lie?

- You mean today?

- Yeah, you want to start

with Sherman Oaks?

- That's easy.

Jeff really needed to see Jack.

- And you?

- Well, he needed support.

He's my friend.

- Your new friend.

So you couldn't just tell me?

You know, you couldn't just say,

"Honey,

"I need to go to Sherman Oaks

"'cause Jeff, my new friend,

"needs to have closure

with his lover,

and he wants me

to hold his hand"?

"Oh, and, by the way,

we're gonna pick up Sherrie

so she and I can talk

about f***ing all afternoon."

- Well, you see

why I couldn't say anything?

I mean, Jesus, that sounds bad.

- It is bad.

- Look, Mary.

You know, I'm supposed to be

doing thisthis thing,

working, being successful.

- Says who?

- Me!

And you and the situation,

you know?

There's a lot of pressure.

- How?

- You're calling all the time,

and Warren's calling,

so I turned off the phone.

- But I call to encourage you.

- And you have expectations.

- Okay.

Fine, I do.

But, Jesus,

you could be

a little bit more forthcoming.

- I am trying to be,

but what can I tell you?

I'mI'm a guy!

- Jeff's a guy!

You talk to Jeff.

Jesus, what is he, your muse?

- No, but I got to tell you,

it's amazing, because we really

talk quite a bit.

- Wow.

Thanks a lot.

Anyway, that's...

That's what worries me,

'cause you know

where talking gets you, huh?

Look where it got us.

- Oh, come on.

I'm not gonna f*** Jeff.

I am really not interested.

I am an a**hole.

- Did you get my message?

- Can you just...

show me the room?

Just do it.

Walk to the bed.

- Okay.

Is that okay?

- I just wanted to see it

one last time.

- Hey, you okay?

You want to talk about it?

Is there something I can do,

anything I can do,

to make it up to you?

- Yeah, you can stop lusting

after the neighbors.

I'm serious, Sam.

I don't get it.

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