High Fidelity Page #6

You dont have it?

That is perverse.

Dont tell anybody

you dont own f***ing Blonde on Blonde.

Its gonna be okay.

I will now sell five copies

of the three EPs by the Beta Band.

Do it.

If theres something inside

that you wanna say

Say it loud

Itll be okay

I will be all right

I will be all right

I will be all right

I will be all right

If theres something inside

that you wanna say

- You can say it loud, itll be okay

- Who is that?

- Its the Beta Band.

- Its good.

I know.

- Barry! The door!

- F***!

- Go! Go! Go!

- Go, go, go, go!

- Gotta go back!

- Hey!

Okay, fuckos, how much is this deck worth to you,

and how much did you steal? Can you do the math?

- Barry, call the cops.

- No! - Hold up, hold up.

Ryuichi Sakamoto, Sigue Sigue Sputnik,

Breakbeats, Serge Gainsbourg.

- What, are you guys stealing for other people?

- No, those are for us.

- You guys slamming to Joni Mitchell now?

- Man, youre, like, so bigoted.

- You look at us and think you know what we listen to.

- I think you have more.

Okay.

Hi.

- What do you want?

- I thought I could give you a ride back.

- Are you coming home?

- Yeah.

Well, Id like to come over

to your house to pick up some things.

My house.

Howd it go today?

All right.

- Do you want to go?

- Sure.

So, have you tackled

the great reorganization yet?

You bet. You can take this

with you if you want.

Look at this place.

Laura, its a dump.

What are you making now?

Sixty, seventy a year?

And you were living

in this shithole.

Bet you cant even remember

what you were doing here.

I was here because

I wanted to be with you.

It had nothing

to do with this place.

So, uh, where are you staying now?

I think you know that.

- I had to work that out for myself, though, didnt I?

- I'm sorry.

I know I havent been very fair.

Thats why I came

to the store tonight.

It took me a while

to work up the courage.

- You scared now?

- Yes, of course I am.

I feel terrible, Rob.

You know, this is really hard.

Good.

So how is everything

going with Ian?

Is it working out okay?

- Youre living with the guy.

- Dont.

I'm just asking you how its going.

Look, I'm not living

with the guy, okay?

I'm just staying with him for a few days

until I figure out what I'm doing.

I left because we werent exactly getting

along, and we werent talking about it.

I'm getting to a point where

I want to get my sh*t together...

and I cant really see that

ever happening with you.

And, yes, I sort of got

interested in someone else.

And that went further than it should

have, so it seemed like a good time to go.

But I have no idea what will happen

with Ian in the long run.

Probably nothing.

So, what?

You definitely havent

decided to dump me? Is that it?

Theres still a chance

we might get back together?

- I dont know.

- Well, if you dont know...

theres a chance, right?

I mean, it would be like if someone was

in the hospital and he was seriously ill...

and the doctor said, "I dont know if this

patient has a chance of survival or not. "

That doesnt mean that the patients definitely

gonna die now, does it? I mean, he might live.

- Even if its a remote possibility.

- I suppose so.

- So we have a chance of not-

- Shut up, Rob.

- I just want to know where I stand

here. What chance do we have? - What-

- I dont know what chance we have.

- If you could tell me roughly-

All right, we have a nine percent chance

of getting back together.

- Nine?

- Nine.

- Great.

- Look, I know I'm asking a lot...

but could you take off for a while

so I can get my stuff packed up?

No problem.

- You want me to leave my own house?

- Yes, please.

Laura, can I ask you one question?

Yes. One.

- Youre not gonna like it.

- Just ask it.

- Is it better?

- Is what better? Better than what?

Well, sex, I guess. Is it better?

- Is that really whats bothering you?

- Yes. Yes, of course.

Do you really think

it would make a difference either way?

- I dont know.

- Well, the answer is, I dont know either.

We havent done it yet.

- Never?

- I havent felt like it.

Not even before,

when he was living upstairs?

No. I was living

with you, remember?

Weve slept together,

but we havent made love.

Not yet.

- Ill tell you one thing.

- What?

Sleeping together is better.

Sleeping together is better?

But not the sex, because

you havent done it yet?

- Will you please just go?

- Yeah.

We are the champions

- My friends

- Yes!

- And well keep on fighting

- Putem up!

- Till the end

- I feel good. I feel great.

- We are the champions

- I feel like a new man.

- I feel so much better, in fact...

- We are the champions

- that I go straight out and sleep with Marie De Salle.

- No time for losers

Cause we are the champions

"How could this have happened?"

you ask.

"How does he-

How does he do it?"

How does a regular guy like me become the number

one lover man in his particular postal district?

Hes grumpy. Hes broke. He hangs out

with the musical moron twins...

and yet he gets to go to bed

with somebody like Marie De Salle.

Hey. Marie.

- Everything go all right?

- Yeah, yeah.

She just wanted to pick up some stuff,

you know. It was no big deal. It was just-

I hate that time,

picking-up-stuff time.

- You know that song I play, "Eartha Kitt Times Two"?

- Of course!

I wrote that about me and my ex

dividing our record collection.

Its a great, great song.

- A while back, Dick, Barry and I agreed...

- I wrote that just before I moved here.

that what really matters

is what you like...

not what you are like.

Books, records, films-

These things matter.

Call me shallow.

Its the f***in truth.

And by this measure, I was having

one of the best dates of my life.

- You love that show?

- Yes!

Starring, um- Starring, um-

Who starred in The Prisoner?

- McGoohan. - Patrick

McGoohan. - Thats right!

And then we talk about our exes.

Shes dry and self-deprecating.

Great sense of humour about it, and I

can really see why her songs are so good.

- I guess shes happy with him.

- I dont speak about Laura with as much depth.

But it feels, even to me,

like I'm being intimate.

I express regret.

I say nice things about her...

and I hint at a deep ocean of melancholy

just below the surface...

which is all bullshit really.

Ive just invented a sketch

of a decent, sensitive guy...

because I'm in the position

to invent him.

And I guess all that charming,

nervous stuff seems to work somehow...

because we get

back to her house and...

Throw my suitcase out there too

it just happens.

- Throw my covers out the door

- And then we make love. Its great.

- I dont need them any more

- And thats it. I'm not gonna go into all that other stuff.

You know, the

who-did-what-to-whom stuff.

You know that song

"Behind Closed Doors" by Charlie Rich?

Its one of my favorite songs.

- I can say we had a good time. I can say that.

- Should I have left this town

Maries a terrific woman.

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