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that...

What's his name?

Lucy Krauss or Berli,

or something.

Never heard of her.

Who's she with?

Uh, I'm not sure exactly.

- Does she show?

- Oh, yeah, she's definitely shown.

She does excellent work, Harry.

It's mostly portraiture,

but it's almost documentary.

It's... No, it's more

intimate than that.

And her lighting has this

ethereal quality to it.

It's kind of like

a subverted realism.

Okay, well, let me know

when she shows.

Okay. I think you'd really

like her work, Harry. I mean,

you may want to consider her...

I wouldn't consider her for anything

without knowing who she is.

I wasn't saying that you

would want to consider her

without knowing who she is.

Bring something in.

Has she done a book?

I think so.

Okay.

Bring her book.

Okay. I'll definitely

bring her book for you.

Brilliant. Can't wait.

I need you to call these people.

[Woman]

It's delicious.

Did you make it?

No, I bought it.

Delicious.

Ma, your American Express bill is huge.

What did you buy at Bendel's?

It's over there in the bag.

And I think

they're in your size.

Ma, you didn't spend

six thousand on this.

What, you don't like them?

Try them on.

Come on.

What else did you buy?

I don't know.

I don't remember.

How can you not remember, Ma?

You spent six thousand dollars.

What does it matter?

Nothing gives me pleasure

anymore anyway.

You just... You need to start

keeping track of these little things.

I'm almost gone.

Don't I deserve a little pleasure?

Of course you do.

[Sighs]

What does it matter anyway?

You have yours.

You get mine when I go.

I'm not worried about it.

So?

So, what did Dr. Argold say?

He said it's a miracle

I'm not dead yet.

Come on, Ma.

How's the medication working?

Are you still

with the German?

Greta.

- The German's name is Greta.

- God forbid in my time...

my mother would let me be with a girl,

let alone a German.

Well, it's not your time.

Jew haters, all of them.

Baruch ha shem

we got out before.

Yeah, with your money.

Don't be irreverent.

I'm gonna take some pictures, okay?

Of what? Of me?

Yeah, Ma, I want

to take pictures of you.

Why do you want

to take pictures of me again?

You don't want to talk?

I'm telling you something important.

You talk while I shoot.

I'm listening.

I told you, Lucy.

It's your obligation.

Who else is left

to keep the name?

They're gone. Everyone's gone.

I don't know

why you stopped pushing.

Ma, you know why I stopped.

Don't start with this again.

Ah, you're too passive.

You were always passive.

Gifted and passive.

Okay, big deal,

I'm passive.

That's the way it is.

Yeah.

Can we just enjoy the morning?

He promised me that part

and then he gave it to Hannah.

If he hadn't died first.

[Laughs, Sniffs]

No, it was right after

Berlin Alexanderplatz.

[Sniffs]

[Sighs]

Yes.

I don't remember.

I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Why don't you just come over?

Yeah, just come over.

[Sniffs]

[Phone Beeps]

She talks too much.

[Sighs]

[Knock On Door]

[Knocking Continues]

Arnie, right?

Right?

Possibly.

They're not staying all night.

[Knock On Door]

Hey. Sorry to bug you again.

Is it still leaking?

Well, it's definitely better,

but it's still dripping,

kinda, so...

I thought we could try this.

You know,

I can pay for a plumber.

- It's really not a big deal.

- No, um,

I think this'll do it.

Yeah.

Is that Greta?

Hey, sweetie.

Ooh, Greta.

You look so sexy.

Look at this bra.

You waiting for us?

Eat me.

Yo, Greta...

You have to take it

in the bedroom.

That girl's here again.

Who?

What girl?

The chick with the leak.

Oh.

Really, it ties into

Barthes'whole conception

of photographic ecstasy.

The way he explores temporality

and memory and meaning...

I mean, I know it sounds

really dry in the text,

but when I'm looking at your pictures,

I really feel like I understand it.

I don't know.

Do you know what I mean?

I think so.

Am I going off?

[Laughs]

No. No, not at all.

I haven't been deconstructed

in a long time.

- Yeah, I bet you hate that.

- I don't hate it at all.

What about you, Syd?

Are you a photographer?

[Laughs]

No, I'm not a photographer.

Just a connoisseur.

Well, no, I'm an editor.

I mean,

I'm an assistant editor at Frame.

Go into the bedroom.

Why?

The neighbor girl's here.

That's exciting.

Hey.

You remember Syd.

Of course.

How could I forget Syd?

- Hey.

- Hey.

Excuse me.

Sit down.

Get you a beer.

I'm Greta.

I live for Lucy.

I mean,

I live here with Lucy.

Syd.

[Laughs]

You want one?

Sure.

That's a great picture.

Thanks.

All these pictures are great.

- Do you have a book?

- What kind of book?

Of your work... like a monograph

or a catalog or something.

- Nothing recent.

- You've never seen her book?

No.

That book's really old.

Really.

This is a great reproduction.

Yeah, you know,

actually we've been trying to

get her out of retirement.

Haven't we, liebchen?

[Door Opens, Closes]

Hey.

[Arnie]

Hey, man.

- Greta around?

- She's in the bedroom.

Do you think I could

borrow this book?

You can have it.

No, no.

I'll definitely return it.

No, you take it.

Seriously, I don't need it.

[Harry]

We really love these.

They're modern, sexy, classic...

Um...

I don't think they're classic, really.

Transcendent, not classic.

Same thing, really.

[Exhales]

Sorry to interrupt.

- Just brought you your sandwiches.

- Thanks. We're starved.

- I think we spoke. I'm Dieter.

- Hey. Um, Syd.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought you two had met.

- What did she get?

- Um, tuna, some kind of veggie...

- What's the book?

- Oh, this is Lucy Berliner.

I just brought it in

for Harry to look at.

- I love Lucy Berliner.

- Where did you get this book?

- She gave it to me.

- She gave it to you?

Well, I borrowed it from her.

What's the book?

It's Lucy Berliner,

the photographer

I was talking to you about.

You don't know

Lucy Berliner?

Oh, right.

Of course,

Lucy Berliner.

I thought

she was living in Berlin.

No, she's definitely here.

- Is she working again?

- She never stopped working.

I can't believe that.

She was so belligerent

when she left New York.

Right. I remember that.

I mean, the real "f*** you"

to everyone who helped her come up.

You know, that was it.

No explanations, nothing.

How do you know her?

We're neighbors.

When did she get back?

Uh, recently,

I think.

Why didn't

we know about this?

We should have

been on top of this.

Who else knows?

I knew about it.

I set up a meeting.

- Did she get back about Thursday?

- Thursday?

Lunch on Thursday.

Oh. No, not yet.

Well, you better

follow up on that.

So, the show is at 10:30.

And I told Ted that we would

meet him at the bar before.

Sh*t.

I forgot about that. Uh...

I really need to talk to her tonight.

It's okay.

Why don't you call her up?

Um, no, I need to talk to her in person.

Okay, so then

I'll wait for you.

No, it's fine. You go.

Um, don't worry about it.

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