Indecent Proposal

Losing Diana was like

losing a part of me.

I thought nothing could change

the way we felt about each other.

I thought we were invincible.

Someone once said, "If you

want something very badly...

set it free.

If it comes back to you,

it's yours forever.

If it doesn't,

it was never yours to begin with. "

I knew one thing...

I was David's to begin with...

and he was mine.

You light up my life

We met in high school.

David was a senior,

and I was a freshman.

On Wednesdays

after Glee Club...

he'd drive me and my best friend

home from school.

I used to watch him

in the rearview mirror.

I fell in love with his eyes.

When I was 19, David proposed to me

on the pier at Paradise Cove.

Our parents were against it.

They said we were too young,

we really didn't know each other.

But David said that a life

without risk is like no life at all.

So we eloped.

I graduated

from architecture school...

and got a job

at a small firm.

Diana helped support us

by selling real estate.

I spent all of my free time

working on a design of my own.

It summed up everything about

architecture that mattered to me.

It was my dream house.

D?

Have I ever told you

I love you?

No.

I do.

Still?

Always.

We had our differences.

He used to take his clothes off

and leave them on the floor.

It made me crazy.

What do you think this is?

Leaving your shoes

on the table?

- What is the problem?

- I don't need to do your laundry!

Honey, I'll pick it up.

You don't have to get violent.

What about this?

Peanut butter sandwich?

Put that down! That is serious.

You're gonna hurt somebody.

- Hurt somebody, huh?

- You're out of your mind.

Okay, now, fine.

Goddamn it!

Come on. Let's just relax.

Did I hurt you?

I'm sorry.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You were kidding?

D, your pants are on fire.

You have no idea.

We never had much money,

so for entertainment...

David would show me architecture

that moved him.

But sometimes I'd have to ask...

"Why are we looking at

a stupid car wash?"

And he'd just say,

"No, not stupid.

Don't just use your eyes. "

He made me look at things

differently.

David, this is a steal.

Nobody even knows about it yet.

- It's beautiful.

- You could build a house here.

Make a name for yourself.

The house will be brilliant because

it will be a David Murphy house.

I found an incredible property

in Santa Monica by the ocean.

It was the perfect site

for David's house.

- How are we supposed to do it?

- Borrow money, like everybody else.

I'm telling you, these leverage-

stockbroker-buyout guys...

You should see the junk they buy.

They would go crazy

for a house of yours.

It was brilliant, even though I

didn't understand a word of it.

We had to tighten our belts

for the loan payments...

but it was our future,

and I got to build my house.

Then the recession hit.

The real estate market dried up...

and I hadrt closed a sale

in six months.

Construction fell

to its lowest point in years.

People were being laid off

everywhere, and I was one of them.

- I feel really bad about this.

- I don't understand. What happened?

The bank has called in

the demand note.

Can they do that?

You don't have any income

right now...

so they could attach

your assets.

What assets?

Your house.

Gotta keep up those payments.

I'm sorry.

David, I'm scared.

We don't have any money.

What are we gonna do?

I'll wait tables

or drive a cab or something.

I'll take care of you.

Make it go away.

I was desperate.

We stood to lose everything...

the house I'd been building,

even our own home.

I swallowed my pride and borrowed

$5,000 from my father.

It wasrt enough.

We needed $50,000.

Money...

D.

- What?

- Get up. Get dressed.

- What's the matter?

- I got an idea. Come on.

- What time is it?

- Chop, chop.

Hi! How you doing? Okay!

Cigars. Cigarettes.

Lighted yo-yos.

- Oh, yeah!

- Oh, my God!

Oh, honey.

That's the spirit!

Keep 'em coming. $50,000!

That's what we want! We're winners!

Go, skinny, skinny!

Put some money in the kitty!

Eleven. It's a winner.

We got a shooter now, folks.

We got a shooter.

A lucky, lucky lady shooter.

Keep it coming.

- Stack it, don't rack it.

- Seven, come!

Nine!

Denzel Washington ain't fine!

- All set, folks?

- Who's the one?

And I have...

Why don't you put it on?

It suits you.

Well, I can't afford it.

That's too bad.

Yup.

I really think

you oughta have the dress.

Let me buy it for you.

You want to buy me this dress?

Yeah.

Why?

I've enjoyed watching you.

You've earned it.

No, I haven't.

The dress is for sale.

I'm not.

Boom! Skinny, skinny!

We got a new shooter now.

Coming out. Seven.

Roll 'em now, girlfriend.

Seven!

Come on now! Come on now!

- How are you doing?

- Can't lose. I'm up over $9,000.

I can't believe it!

- It's so great!

- Hey, this is my wife, D.

These are my girls.

They're gonna be moving in.

Kiss 'em.

I'm winning 'cause we're winners!

Skinny, skinny!

- Did I ever tell you I love you?

- No.

- I do.

- Still?

Always.

Five thousand.

This little pile here?

You guessed it.

Five more, D.

What do you think this is?

Five more.

Play with it, roll around with it.

Enjoy yourself.

Oh, my.

And the grand total is...

$25,040.

So we're halfway there,

like, in an hour.

I figure about...

two hours tomorrow,

we'll be home free.

Come here.

What?

I love you.

I know that.

No, I mean

even without the money.

Last call for wagers.

No more bets.

Come on, black.

Here we go. Here we go.

Yes!

All right. Double zero.

No more bets, please.

Yes. We won.

Forty-one hundred.

We said we wouldn't go

below 5,000.

- Do you want any more coffee?

- No, thank you.

Tails, we quit;

heads, we go for it.

Two out of three.

Last call for wagers.

No more bets.

Okay, I'm feeling lucky.

I say we put it on red.

All of it. Red.

I feel red.

Do you feel red, D?

We can do this, huh?

I'm going to put it all.

All right.

I'm puttir it on red.

Okay.

No, it's black.

- What are you doing?

- It's black.

No, it's red. It's red.

Go with your instinct, right?

- No more bets.

- Come on, red.

Gotta get it.

Come on, red. Come on, red.

Too late, young lady.

Place your bets.

Bank side, player side.

All set?

Cards, please.

Turning for the players.

Pass is to the right, please.

Player draws nothing.

Player has zero.

And set.

Player side, banker side.

- Any other bets?

- Who's that guy?

That's John Gage.

He's a damn billionaire.

That's a rich son of a b*tch there.

He's down over

a million dollars already.

See them little gold things

he's playing with?

Ten thousand dollars apiece.

Every time he lays one down,

Look at him, how cool he is.

That son of a b*tch must get more

p*ssy than you can shake a stick at.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend.

- Player wins.

- What y'all doing, gambling?

It's about time.

- Y'all married?

- Let's go.

- Stick around, gamble a little.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Would you mind

lending me your wife?

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