Lantana

( fly buzzing )

( man and woman moaning )

You're okay?

Yeah.|I lost my earring.

- Man:
What does it look like?|- It's a pearl one.

Man:
|It should turn up.

I'm fond of them, 'cause|my husband gave them to me.

- You should go.|- Yeah.

I...

really enjoyed that.

Yes, I know.

( salsa music playing )

( mumbles )

Leon...

Leon...

this is about sex.|It's about a man and a woman

joined groin to groin.|Get it?

Come on.

No.

Like this.

Boy:
Mom?

- I'm in here.|- I don't have any clothes.

- You looked on your bedroom floor?|- Yeah. I mean clean ones.

When I come home,|I'll clean them, okay?

- Boy:
Why are you jogging, Dad?|- I want to get fit.

- What for?|- I don't want to die.

- You are gonna die.|- Not just yet.

Mom? Clothes?

- Then stop jogging.|- Mom, clothes?

What am I gonna wear?

( exhales deeply )

Boy:
See you, mom

- See you, Dad.|- See you, mate.

- See you, Dad.|- Hey, hey, what about me?

- I'm 1 6 now.|- You're telling me you're a man now?

No, but--

- Have a good day, Dad.|- Yeah. You too.

Is there some point where a son|stops kissing his father?

Apparently.

- Police!|- Get out!

You weren't a bit hard?

The guy deals drugs.|He's scum.

Woman:
Yeah, but|he wasn't going anywhere.

What did you|expect me to do?

Are you seeing anyone?

Not with the hours I keep.

What about somebody|on the force?

Male cops|are lousy in bed.

There is someone.

He eats in the same|restaurant as I do.

Have you spoken|to him yet?

We've exchanged glances.

Oooh...

It's a start.

- How's Sonja?|- She's good.

Haven't seen her|around for a while.

Yeah, well... she's busy,|with the boys and work...

Tell her I said hi.

I will.

Woman:
Have you told him|you're not happy?

I would have thought that|he wouldn't need to be told.

That depends on how good|an actor you are.

Well...

I guess I must be|pretty good.

How do you want|your marriage to be?

Passionate...

and challenging,

and-- and--

honest...

Isn't it honest?

Not emotionally.

Not emotionally it isn't.|It just feels...

like we're--

like we're just...

going through|the motions,

you know?

And I want more.

I want more than that.

Announcer:
|Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome|Dr. Valerie Somers.

( audience claps )

Thank you.

We don't know|what to feel anymore.

We don't know|what's right or wrong anymore.

The confused cry|of the modern age...

We ask,|''What can we believe in?

What should we believe in?''

Our politicians?

Hardly.

Our priests?

You'd be amazed at how many clients|come to see me

because they once believed|in a priest.

It's not supposed|to be that way.

But it is.

What then?|Our parents?

''Home is a sanctuary.''|For the priviledged few.

For most,|it's a battleground.

It's not meant|to be like that.

But it is.

Love?

Can we believe in love?

Feel safe in it?

Loving someone means|we have to relinquish power.

It's mutual surrender.

But how can this|take place?

Trust.

Trust is as vital|to human relationships

as breath is to life...

and just as elusive.

Two years ago, my 1 1 -year-old|daughter was murdered.

Her name was Eleanor.

This wasn't|supposed to happen.

But it did.

It seemed to go well.

I was worried you weren't|going to be there.

I said I would be.

Do you want a whiskey?

I've got an early client.

Why don't we take|separate cars in the morning?

I've got a late meeting. That way,|you wouldn't have to wait for me.

I've got plenty of work|I can do.

You can pick me up|after your meeting.

Sure.

Okay.

Man:
|I met someone.

We went home and had sex.

As you do--

well, some of us do.

And he asked|to see me again.

I wasn't expecting that.

And?

Against my better judgement,|I said yes.

We've been seeing|each other for awhile.

And you like him?

Yes, I do.

Very much.

So?

He comes encumbered...

with a wife.

Is he gay?

When he's with me,|he seems to be.

Somers:
|Does she know about you?

I assume so.

She would sense it,|wouldn't she?

It depends on how good|he is at deceiving her.

Or how good she is|at deceiving herself.

( Latin music playing )

''V.'' Don't forget ''V.''

Hi, Nik.

Having a party, Jane?

Yeah.|Did you want to join me?

Take this inside|for Mommy.

Well?

Yeah.

Where?

In a motel.

Woman:
Oh...

- Did you get his number?|- Is that what you do?

I don't know.

If you like the guy.

But he's married.

Well, what?|He's not happy.

He can't be, if he's...

messing around.

You want|to see him again?

Do you think I should?

You want me to be honest?

No. No.

When are you gonna|take that thing off?

It's too tight.|I've got to get it cut off.

Nik caught up with Pete|the other day.

He wants to come back.

I don't love him, Paula.

Leon:
Go up to the guy,|and ask if you can join him.

- What have you got to lose?|- Just a little dignity.

It is not the issue here.|He eats alone in a restaurant.

- So do I.|- Exactly.

- Oh, hey.|- Hi.

Uh...

Jane, this is Claudia.

- Claudia, Jane.|- Hi.

Hi.

Jane's in the same dance class|as Sonja and I.

I'll get going.|Say hi to Sonja.

Sorry.

Is that really awkward?

No, it's fine.

- How are you?|- I'm good.

Yeah.

Good.

I'd better go.

Jane.

Mmmm.

Where did you find it?

- Nik:
Paula?|- Paula: Mmm.

There's an unmarked police car|in front of Jane's place.

She's seeing a cop now?

Don't be nosy, Nik.

What? Are her and Pete|getting back together or what?

I don't know.

What if they are?|What do I say then?

Nothing.

Well, he's--|he's a mate of mine.

Then do him a favor|and stay out of it.

The baby's sick?

Yeah.

( Leon moaning )|Sh*t.

Oh f***...

- Don't stop.|- Here.

- ( Leon groans )|- Leon?

- Oh f***.|- You're all right?

What is it?|What is it?

It's nothing.

- Should I call--|- No, no.

- Just--|- Should I get a doctor?

I get this pain|in my chest sometimes.

You should have told me|you have a weak heart.

I don't.

I don't want to have|an affair with--

I don't have a weak heart,|all right?

This is not an affair, it's|a one-night stand that happened twice.

Oh sh*t.

Sorry.|I didn't mean that.

Do you worry that we don't|make love very often?

No.

I don't really think|about it that much.

- Why not?|- I love you.

Whether we make love three times|a week or once a month

does not|really change that.

Doesn't it?

- Is this a test?|- No.

It's just-- I want to know|what you're thinking.

Why do women always|want to know that?

You're up late.

Yeah, I'm trying|to finish this.

You want one?

I've got one.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Just had a sh*t of a day.

Stopped off and had a drink|with Claudia.

Yeah, I know.|I phoned her.

I didn't know|if you were working late.

All right.

F***! F***!

You f***ing stupid bastard!

What the f***|is wrong with you?

Would you f***ing look|where you're going?!

F***ing idiot!

F***!

Oh f***.

Hey! Wait.

Leon:
|Are you all right?

Sorry.|Here's your bag.

Leon:
Jesus.

( man sobbing )

- What happened?|- I fell.

- Are you all right?|- It's nothing.

Let me look.

I'll be all right.|I said I'm all right!

Man:
|I keep thinking about her.

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