Henry & June Page #6

Yeah?

I'm sorry.

- I lost my head. I was drunk. | - Don't be sorry.

This new lover of yours | has really made you bloom.

- It's chilly. | - Tell me more about him.

Did you make curtains for him?

Did you give him books to read?

Did you give him a typewriter?

No, you don't understand.

I don't understand?

What don't I understand?

That I love you.

Love?

You just want experience. | You're a writer.

You make love to whatever you need.

- You're just like Henry. | - No, I'm just like you.

I can see exactly what you're doing.

You're so slippery. | So slippery.

You b*tch!

Liar, trickster. | You bought his love!

Shut up!

You both robbed me blind.

You stole everything.

- What do I care? I've got more to give. | - Shut up.

To someone new. | Some truly great writer.

Henry said you just took us in | because you were bored.

That's a lie.

A lie.

I was dreaming about you.

Anais.

What's wrong?

She lies.

She lies. | What is she afraid of?

I don't understand. | I tried to give her everything.

I know.

Very pretty. | Just like I figured it.

Now I know everything.

I wanted to return something | before I leave.

Some books I borrowed.

June, you're wrong!

We're just friends. | I never touched her.

Get rid of her, Henry.

All right, you made your choice.

I've only got one more thing | I can give you.

Your last chapter.

Watch closely.

What are you doing out here? | It's freezing.

I thought she'd do something crazy. | I never know.

I looked all over for her.

She's gone.

This is mine.

This is mine, too.

I feel like the war's over.

Hey, what are you doing? | Come on.

Leave that there.

Stay with me, for Christ's sake. | We gotta talk.

I can't.

- Where are you going? | - Home.

What?

Yeah.

Hugo.

I love him, too. | You married a great guy.

F*** you, Jack.

That won't do it.

That won't get rid of me.

You're my friend.

I'm going to come after you.

Hey, how can you leave me | at a time like this?

I need you.

I need you.

I thought you might need a lift.

Is everything all right?

Hey, Henry.

Give me your hand.

That morning I wept.

I wept because I loved the streets | that took me away from Henry...

and would lead me back to him.

I wept because the process | by which I had become a woman...

was painful.

I wept because from now on...

I would weep less.

I wept because I had lost my pain...

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