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[Voiceover] She was

anxious to continue reading

the story of this stranger.

She wanted to find out

if Leslie was a man or a

woman, what happened later

on in the evening, and so on.

Was there anything

else you'd like to see?

I think that's it for today.

[Voiceover] When she

realized that the diary was

several years old,

her interest cooled.

Then she wondered where

the woman was now.

What was she doing, does she

still see what's his name

or any of the old people

who filled the pages

of her old diary?

I should have left it there.

Maybe this store leaves it

out as a customer service

instead of magazines.

Something to do while you wait.

Can I borrow it?

What if it's the owner's?

I should return it.

It's like reading

other people's mail.

Diaries are meant

to be read, why do you

think they're written?

I might have ended

up like that, like her.

Only I hate bars.

Getting married saved

you from that sordid life.

Hm, sometimes I

think we're strangers.

You and me?

Well I meant me and Fred.

Fred and I.

I know, I keep my distance.

I feel we could be

closer if things were...

What?

If I had all the

things you have.

Like what?

What do I have?

None of it seems

so wonderful to me.

That's what I mean,

it's criminal not to enjoy

the things you have.

It's worse to want

what others have.

No, I guess the other is worse.

Tell me, Viv, what do I

have that's so enviable?

People like you.

They see me coming,

they run for cover.

I suppose you're right.

What?

Do you find Fred attractive?

I'll tell you what's missing.

I miss, I don't know, romance.

Is that the right word?

There's got to be another

way and I'm going to find it.

[Viv] You think you

gotta reinvent love?

It doesn't change.

I don't want it squandered

on dirty dishes,

paychecks, laundry,

TV after dinner.

I want it to have

speed, movement, action.

Maybe what you need

is a new Porsche.

What I need can't

be bought in a store.

You think you're

strong enough?

Pioneers, you know, can't

afford to be selfish.

I'm prepared to

make sacrifices.

You're going to

shred your charge card?

No seriously, give

me a minute to think.

Maybe I'll have a baby,

I've been thinking a lot

about it lately.

I hear having your feet

bound is a lot of fun too.

I'm not getting any younger.

Honey, nobody's

getting younger.

You don't like

children, is that it?

No.

No, I think it's a fine idea.

For you.

I hate kids.

Oh not me.

But I don't think Fred

is serious enough.

He'd be fine with boys but I

wouldn't trust him with girls.

Oh, I didn't mean it that way.

I'm never having children.

I know I'd be jealous of them.

Her of all people.

I wouldn't dream

of telling anyone,

but I would never tell her.

I'm so afraid of them and

their fragile little lives.

If only it had been my child.

If I had the

courage I would cry.

What do you do when

you've had enough of

their shitting in their

diapers, vomiting on your

sweaters, howling

in your eardrums?

It must give you a

sense of responsibility.

I guess that's it.

They eat up your life.

Always begging for attention.

[Andrea] Hm?

Oh, I didn't.

I had a very happy

childhood, I guess that

makes the difference.

See that guy?

The postman?

No, the tweedy looking one.

He's been staring at me

ever since we came in.

If he has the nerve to

come over, I'm going to

give him my phone number.

Yes, you are attractive.

You think so?

I wish I had your hair.

And you have very nice eyes.

Intelligent eyes.

Sometimes I wish I were smarter.

But when I look around

I see it doesn't help.

[Voiceover] When they

were children they were

always called the twins,

Andrew and Andrea.

But everyone called

them both Andy

unless they did something wrong.

It was not like being

brother and sister.

It was a special tiny universe

that excluded other people,

as if they had been chosen

for an unusual destiny.

They drifted apart

as they grew older.

Different friends,

different lives.

But it was a fact

that could neither be

ignored nor forgotten.

She tried to bind him

to her with reminders

of a shared past that

could never be erased.

When they died we

both knew it without

being told, didn't we?

Remember we called each

other at the same time?

I dialed the phone and you

picked it up before it rang.

You were trying to call me.

You pretend it's

more than biology.

Then we both called

home and it was true.

There's something stronger

between us, you won't admit it.

I hated being treated

as though I were part

of a vaudeville team.

It was a relief to

go away to college.

I could breathe at last.

When I was in that

car crash, you knew.

You were in pain too.

Haven't you got

anything better to do?

You knew without being told.

That's the way twins are.

Only identical twins.

Forget the past.

When's the estate

going to be settled?

Selfish heart of stone.

Here come the violins.

In a minute you'll be

in tears, I'm leaving.

Why do you let him

talk to you like that?

It's the way we

talk to each other.

I'd teach him some manners.

He could use a

fewmonths in boot camp.

Don't butt in, you

don't understand.

It's something we do.

It's the only way he

can show his love.

You're very generous

when it comes to him.

What does that mean?

What do you think?

Do you want to

know what I think?

Uh oh, I've got the

horrible feeling you're

going to tell me.

No don't say it, I know already.

I even know that you know.

I know that you

know that I know.

I think you have

something on your mind

and it's not me,

that's for sure.

I want something.

I don't know.

No I want something else.

But I don't know what it is.

Be sure to let me

know when you find out.

You bet.

You'll be the first,

you can count on it.

Do you want to

know what I think?

Do you really want

to know what I think?

I think we don't make love

as much as we used to.

No, that's not it.

I can't even remember why

I wanted to marry you,

you know what I mean?

Between the two of them,

Scylla and Charybdis,

do I ever have a moment's peace?

I'm trying to hold things

together in the only

way I know but the old

methods don't work anymore.

I've become a martyr on the

altar of outmoded sentiments.

No.

I need a new lover.

That'll do the trick.

[Voiceover] Lil would have

liked to be Debbie's mother

but Debbie wouldn't permit it.

When she tried to act like

a friend, Alvin warned

her that her solicitude

should find other outlets.

She settled for playing

fellow sufferers,

cohorts in the harem.

Even Alvin accepted that.

It had its limitations, but

it was less complicated.

Do you like it,

it's a French recipe.

Fresh tarragon, leeks,

chicken stock, mushrooms.

It's not bad.

I like Campbell's soup better.

[Voiceover] The tensions

of family life force

them to disguise

their true thoughts.

Despite the air of

feign gayety, grievances

smoldered beneath the surface.

What's the matter?

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