Images Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1972
- 104 min
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You're ruining the chair,
you know...
...floor, everything.
Ah, shut up, please.
God.
Jesus!
God. My goddamn gun.
Caught my hand
in the goddamn breech.
Sorry to make such a mess,
but this goddamn thing...
- Hugh, let me look at it.
- No, no, no.
It's all right, dear.
No, that's ok.
I'm going to take a bath
before dinner.
Goddamn it!
Jesus.
I've cleaned it up.
Cold water,
rub gently. Right?
You taught me that.
Remember my bed...
...that time you miscalculated?
Shut up.
You have a filthy mind.
Did you really think
you were pregnant?
I was. I was pregnant.
For 5 days.
It was more than that.
It was much more than that.
I was pregnant for weeks.
You were 5 days late,
that's all.
And you want to know something?
You can't get pregnant.
That's a lie.
There's nothing wrong with me.
with the tests.
It's Hugh. It's not me.
There's nothing wrong with me.
No, I don't suppose...
...there is anything wrong
with you physically.
What do you mean by that?
Just what the words say.
That's all.
You're trying to say I don't
want children, aren't you?
Cathy, my love...
...listen to me.
First, you never were pregnant.
- That's not tr...
- Second...
...if you had been...
...making love with me
that afternoon...
wasn't about
to make you lose it.
Third and mainly...
...it wasn't just me...
...lying on that bed.
It takes 2...
...to tango.
- Right?
- Well...
...let me tell you something...
Monsieur le Playboy.
All I ever wanted
from you was a baby.
That's right.
I wanted a baby.
I wanted a baby
for Hugh, for me...
...for our marriage.
I am not a cheater.
I did not cheat.
You'll just see...
What are you doing?
Cleaning the blood
from your mortal wound.
You dripped.
Did you call me just now?
talking to someone.
You did.
Who? Is someone here?
I was talking to myself.
I do quite often.
Where did you get that?
In the cupboard. It's been
around for a long time.
It's my puzzle.
I had it when I was a child.
- Oh, yeah?
- Move over.
What's it of?
I don't remember.
Got you.
That's not right.
No, that's not right.
How's your hand?
What? Oh, it's all right.
and do the shopping?
Yeah. I made a list.
I'm going to leave
in a few minutes.
- There.
- You put down wine?
some steaks or something.
Yeah, yeah. I made the list.
It's all there.
Does this one go in here?
Here? No.
You know, do the edges first.
It's easier.
That's cheating.
And put all the yellow pieces
together in a pile.
Hugh?
Hey, Hugh!
- What?
- Don't you want me to come?
No, no, darling.
I'm ok. I'll get it.
Go back inside. Shut the door.
Close the door.
What is the puzzle?
Is it yours?
Deeper than the mammoth hunt...
...deeper than
any of her unicorn treks...
Una went into the forest.
She was catching hints
of animals she had never seen.
Eyes like yellow coals
gleamed out of thickets...
...a horny tail rose from a bush...
...and all about her
in the dying light...
...teeth snapped like scissors.
Now and then, a snake
slithered across her path...
...or she fell into the footprint
of some giant beast.
Screeches, chatters, snorts,
and running feet...
...vied over the drip, drip
of sodden branches...
...and her own feet made
barely a sound on the leaves.
"What exactly is a soul?"
They were sitting
round the fire...
waiting for the fish
to roast on sticks...
...and Hero said, "Bother.
"Surely everybody knew
about souls.
"Well, a soul is...
"A soul is..."
Not for the first time
since the day he had found it...
Hero wished
more than anything...
...for the thinking stone
to be in his hand.
"Might it be a sort of slipper?"
Said Una.
"Yes, a slipper.
A slipper or a sapling...
"or a bird or a fish
or even a tiny ewe?"
"You see, a soul... A soul...
"A soul makes you like dawn
or trees in my poems...
"and pipes and bells
and shells...
"and birds in spring
and unicorns. It..."
What?
What are you doing here?
Go away.
Get away.
I don't want to see you.
Go away.
- Hugh.
- Yeah?
- Are you alone?
- Guess what I found.
Artichokes.
I mean, avocados.
- Oh, marvelous.
- Come on down.
God, the food here
could feed an army.
- Guess.
But you said
you were alone.
I lied.
- Come on, Hugh. Who's with you?
- Close your eyes.
- Who's with you?
- Close your eyes.
I've got a surprise.
Surprise.
Marcel. How are you?
Fantastic.
The old fart really
looks terrific, huh?
Ran into him
at the gas station.
His car broke down. I thought
I'd ask them to dinner.
Them?
I've got a real
surprise for you.
any more surprises.
Come on out, honey!
Don't you see the resemblance?
Resemblance?
That's Susannah.
That's my little girl.
It's taken me a hell of a time,
but I've got her up here...
...for a whole year.
Come on. Give Cathy a big kiss.
Hello.
Hello.
If you won't, I sure will.
Let's go down to the boathouse.
Susannah, I've heard
so much about you.
Shall I take your hat and coat?
Scotch and soda
for everyone...
...or shall I make
one of my famous marts?
Whiskey's fine for me.
Nothing for me, thanks.
Come on, you old fart.
Have one of my vodka marts.
You're so tall and pretty.
Thank you.
- How old are you?
- 121/2. How old are you?
13 and 1/4.
Do you like jigsaws?
Yes. I saw that one
when I came in.
Cathryn, where's the vermouth?
Then maybe
you can help me with it...
'cause I'm stuck.
What's it of?
I don't know.
20 birds.
Covey of quail down there...
...you know, but I got...
I cannot get near
the damn things.
You never will
at this time of year.
There's a piece here
that doesn't fit.
I'm gonna put it in.
And I'll put all
...and all the green pieces...
...and then we can look
in the yellow pieces...
...for the best piece.
That's a good idea.
You could do the edges.
That's cheating, though.
It's not. We've got
to do it sometime.
I know, but if you
do the edges first...
...it makes it easier.
I don't think it's easier.
I think it's a difficult puzzle.
All right. You can do the edges.
Son of a b*tch. I don't
think I have any vermouth.
Hugh, can we
make a fire in here?
- It's freezing.
- Yeah, just a second.
Son of a b*tch!
Where's the vermouth?
The-son-of-a-bitching
vermouth!
You make the fire.
I know where it is.
I'll get it.
Son of a b*tch.
Son of a b*tch.
We don't have any vermouth.
Yes, we do. I have some here
in this cupboard.
I got a new bottle.
Son of a b*tch.
Oh, no. I know where it is.
I wonder how he got custody.
I can't believe
...give her up just like that,
especially to Marcel.
Vermouth.
- What... You...
- Who is he?
I've never even
heard of him before.
- He follows me?
- Look here, will you...
I found the bottle.
You want it? Take it.
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