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I want to help you get over this.

Sleep with Syd if you want.

I can't tell you what to do.

G, listen to me.

She's such a poseur,

with her stupid-ass magazine.

I don't know

what you see in her.

You're not listening to me.

I can't wait around and keep talking

about when you're gonna change.

You need some help, G.

Look at yourself, Lucy.

Is this yours?

It's my mother's.

The light's so nice around here.

It is.

It's sexy.

Kinda lures you,

and then it goes.

Yeah.

I didn't know

you were bringing that.

I wanted to get high with you.

I don't think

I want to this weekend.

No?

No.

Okay.

I mean, I don't want to do that

with you all the time.

Okay.

We don't have to.

I mean, I don't want that

to be our only connection.

It's not our only connection.

Well, I don't want it

to become like that.

This make you feel better?

Lucy...

C'mon, Syd.

What is it? Just say it.

It's not the point, okay?

No, no, no, Syd.

What is this? Is this some kind

of intervention thing, is that it?

What is the point, Syd?

Just be an adult.

Just say it!

That's not the point, okay?

I don't have a point.

I'm just saying it.

I just don't want to be with you

like that right now.

So basically she left him

when I was 12,

and we moved back here...

and he stayed there...

in his house, on top of a hill.

In Tasmania.

In Tasmania.

[Giggles]

That's right.

What does he do on his hill?

I don't know.

He's very mysterious.

He writes letters.

So who gave you the ring?

Your boyfriend?

No.

No, my grandmother

gave me this ring.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Come on.

This is intense.

Is it?

I'm not usually like this.

Like what?

Nervous.

You okay?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah. It's just

you look so serious.

I look serious?

Yeah.

I mean, I'm kinda hot.

That's kinda serious.

It's hot in here.

No. You're hot.

What should I do to you?

Whatever you

want to do to me.

I don't really know

what I'm doing.

You're doing fine.

Should I pinch you

or bite you or something?

If you want to.

Is that hard enough?

Is that soft enough?

You okay?

Yeah.

Who's serious now?

I know.

I'm sorry.

Is this

weird for you?

No.

What? Tell me.

I don't know.

I think I'm kind of in love with you.

Lucy, I'm sleeping.

No, you're not.

[Giggling]

Get back here.

I will. Wait.

Est-ce que tu voudrais

queje poser pour toi?

[Shutter Clicks]

No.

[Giggles]

Where are you going?

I'm coming in.

Just a minute.

[Camera Timer Buzzing]

[Buzzing Continues]

[Shutter Clicks]

- Did you go alone?

- No. I went with a friend.

Who? The German?

No, it was another friend.

Syd.

Syd.

That's a man's name.

Yeah.

Well, she's definitely

not a man.

Is sheJewish?

I don't know, Ma.

Oh, well.

[Clears Throat]

I'm not going to be able

to come by for a while.

What happened?

What did I do?

I didn't give you enough?

What?

No. No, no, no!

You've given me more

than enough... plenty.

So why can't you come?

I have a...

I have a small problem

I have to take care of.

What kind of problem?

What did you do?

Is it the German?

Would you stop

with that?

The German... it's Greta,

Mother. It's Greta!

What did she do to you?

Nothing.

I did it to myself.

What did you do to yourself?

Come on. Tell me.

What kind of problem?

I don't know if...

It's not really

a problem.

It's more of an issue.

You just said a problem.

Is it a problem?

Now it's an issue.

Is it a problem or an issue?

Both.

Oh.

I have a...

a love issue...

and a drug problem.

Or maybe I have a love problem

and a drug issue.

I don't know.

God forbid.

I can't help you with that.

I know that.

I just wanted to tell you.

Would you excuse me, please?

Don't walk away from me, Ma.

[Sighs]

[Knocking on Door]

You alone?

Yeah.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Did you talk to her?

Yeah. I did.

Did you talk toJames?

Nope.

He won't return my calls.

I got a room at the Chelsea.

I thought, if you shoot tonight,

we can rush it through Dugall.

Yeah, I have to talk to you

about that.

Um, I need to

go back upstate right now.

What are you...

What are you talking about...

right now?

It's, like, all set up.

I'm leaving tonight.

That's insane, Lucy.

You can't do that.

Syd...

No, what is this?

What is this?

Are you mad at me?

Is this about

the weekend?

Did Greta

say something to you?

Yeah, it is about

the weekend.

And Greta.

And everything.

I can't... function like this.

You know?

I mean, I can't...

I can't deal with you being down here...

and the way things are upstairs.

Do you know what I'm saying?

I have to change

the situation.

I don't want

to wait anymore.

I mean, I can't.

These are for you.

They're of our weekend.

Thanks.

I want you to use them.

What do you mean

you want me to use them?

I'm in them.

I'm in all of them.

Is that too hard for you?

No, no. It's fine.

I'm just naked in them.

Well, they wanted me

to examine my life, right?

Yeah.

I mean, this is it.

It's about you right now.

I'm thinking

about you.

Anyway, you look gorgeous.

What about

the pictures of Greta?

I mean,

those are beautiful images.

That's what you

were doing before.

That's what you want?

These are really beautiful.

This one would make

a wonderful cover.

This would be better.

I really had an instinct

about this.

How did I know

she was gonna do this?

I thought we were very direct with her.

I literally spelled it out.

There's absolutely

no context here.

Nothing.

It's completely flat.

This is a nightmare.

She waited till the last f***ing minute,

and this is what we get.

These are

beautiful images.

I mean, the subject is different,

but the quality of the work is...

Syd, Lucy Berliner has been

invisible for ten years.

The public has a five-year memory,

and that's it.

Syd, if a best-selling crime writer

disappeared for ten years...

and came back peddling love poems,

how do you think he would do?

Really well,

probably.

It's a business, Syd.

I don't want to do it.

I'm calling Dieter Shulte.

You can't do that, Dominique.

You had an arrangement with Lucy.

I have every right to do that.

I'll see you at my office.

Call Dieter Shulte.

[Sighs Deeply]

F***.

I need to talk to you

about Lucy Berliner.

Let's just move forward, Syd.

I want you to look

at these pictures.

I think that they're more

of what you wanted.

Syd, we're practically at press.

Look, I realize

that this is late,

but this is her piece...

this is what she wanted to use.

I would like you to

at least consider it.

Why didn't you bring these before?

I didn't think

it was appropriate.

Did you stage these?

No.

I mean, is this some kind of critique?

You're her editor.

No, it's not a critique,

it's just what happened.

It's just what happened?

Well, I didn't realize that

she wanted to use these

when she shot them.

I'm confused, Syd.

- Are you her sitter?

- No, I'm not her sitter...

not formally.

I mean,

no, I'm not in general.

Are you her lover?

Yeah.

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