Local Color Page #7
- Year:
- 1977
- 116 min
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Frankly I don't even know
why I agreed to see you.
You still blame me, I
can see it in your eyes.
It was so long ago it
feels like yesterday.
Why do you avoid me, I've
never done you any harm.
I saw your name in the papers,
you're a famous writer.
Well, not quite.
I knew it had to be
you, I was very proud.
Don't you believe that?
Yes.
I'm not that much
older than you anymore,
not like I was then.
Maybe we can be friends now.
Before you were more like
my own child than a sister.
We're not sisters.
You hated me then, didn't you?
[Lil] Hate, not you.
My mother then.
Is that why you never call her?
She's very hurt.
It's just pretense, there
was nothing between us.
Not that I ever disliked her.
But she could never take
the place of my mother.
I resented it when she tried.
And I knew she was
saving her love
for her own children.
Me.
[Lil] Which is the
way it should be.
But you were jealous
all the same, weren't you?
She's your mother, not mine.
He was my father too.
Yes, I felt I no
longer owed her anything.
And me, what do I owe you?
Why did you come?
You're not still
thinking about the fire?
That's ancient history,
you were just a kid.
16 is not such a kid.
Careless.
Worse than that.
[Lil] Don't tell me.
After all these years.
What do you know?
Do you know how
the fire started?
That I ran away and forgot
and then I didn't have
the courage to turn back
and run into the burning
house to save your child?
Do you think you could
forgive me if I told you?
And what if you did?
Could your forgiveness help me?
The past, let the
dead bury the dead.
Sometimes the past
never goes away.
Sometimes it stays in your
brain like a red hot nail
and never lets you forget.
You shouldn't have come.
You know what
Freud says, Vivian?
If you can't forgive yourself,
you can never get well.
Now that I've broken the
ice, will you call me?
I'll have to talk
about it with my analyst.
[Lil] I need a
friend, don't you?
[Voiceover] That night
Lil dreamt that she was in
a room filled with grandmothers.
When suddenly the
door opened and Viv.
Hi, I've come
to kill the baby.
All the babies are upstairs.
No, take mine,
you'll like her.
You can kill her but
please don't hurt her.
(dramatic music)
[Voiceover] That night
Viv had the same dream
only the roles were reversed.
She dreamt that Lil
wanted to kill her child.
Viv's dream, however,
didn't include the
photograph of the staircase.
She decided it would be
a cold day in hell before
she called up Lil or would
agree to see her again.
I just knew the way
you know those things
that it wasn't going
to be the kind of party
I would invite any
friend of mine to.
How's business?
How are things at
the restaurant?
I read that Congress
wants to grant statehood
to Israel and the Arab nations.
That would simplify
military appropriations.
But they'd all have
to agree to come in
as the 51st state.
Say, what do you think
transcendental meditation
could do for me?
I feel a pull toward the east.
Yeah.
I didn't know or I wouldn't
have been able to tell.
I wouldn't have
recognized you either.
I baked a birthday cake
with a design of the.
Gemini on top.
The space program?
The twins in the zodiac.
Andrew told me you
were into astronomy.
No, no, geology, the earth.
Oh, I thought the
stars and the heavens.
Don't tell him.
What?
About the cake, I want
it to be a surprise.
You were working on
it for such a long time.
It's lying in a drawer.
Maybe in a year or two.
But one of those
characters is based on me.
If it's a success, I
could become famous.
I only do journalism now.
Feature stories, interviews.
Ugh, I never read
that rag anyway.
Remember what I
talked to you about?
I'm going through with it.
What?
Sometimes I feel like I'm
going to start screaming
and I won't be able to stop.
Do you need any
help in the kitchen?
How do you like the city?
Have you ever been
to New York before?
I've been living
here for three years.
Ah.
I didn't think you wanted me to.
Put the blame on me.
I'm turning over a new leaf.
I want to go to law school.
That's not an evasion.
I need a refill.
Why did you take the
gun, I need it back.
What gun, what are
you talking about?
I want to talk to you,
I have a lot of things
on my mind about us.
Which one of you is older?
She is by 10 minutes.
Hope we can be out
of here by 10:
30.I don't want to miss
that special on TV.
That makes you
her kid brother.
(laughs)
Is it almost ready?
I don't know how
good it's gonna be.
Save yourself for the dessert.
Andy, the ragu is sublime.
You've got to give
me the recipe.
I don't remember
where I read this.
In a 19th century novel.
Everyone is jammed tight
into a small carriage.
One of the men takes the
opportunity to press his
attentions on a woman
in the only way he can
with her husband present.
So she says in a
very loud voice,
Sir, or probably monsieur, I
think it was a French novel,
monsieur, feel free to
tell me that you love me
if that's what's on your mind.
But please take your
feet off my new shoes.
(laughter)
Andy said you analyze dreams.
Oh no, it's just an
idea I had for a book.
[Andrew] One of many.
A collection of
people's dreams.
I collect things.
[Andrew] That's a polite
way of saying she's nosy.
I never dream but
I had one last night.
I know what reminded me of it.
Do you want to hear it?
If you wouldn't
mind telling it.
Do you want to write it down?
Now I'm embarrassed.
I hope you think it's good
enough to put in your book.
I'm in an elevator, only
it's me as a little boy.
I don't know if the
elevator's going up or down.
It's crowded with people,
although I don't know anyone.
Someone in the back yells,
he's so small for his age.
Did you ever see
anyone so small?
Someone else says, oh,
he's probably a dwarf,
a midget in disguise.
The boy, me, says,
but I'm only 25.
Ah, yes, I read of a
similar case in Dear Abby
where someone wrote
a letter saying...
Please continue.
I'm holding my father's hand.
He looks the way he did just
before he died eight years ago.
My mother's on the other side
They turn towards
each other and smile.
No wait, it wasn't my mother.
It was you.
But I haven't met you before.
What happens next?
What?
[Viv] What happens
next in the dream?
Let me guess, little
men, also dwarves, dressed
in white come and drag you away.
After dinner we
went to the movies.
It seemed like more
fun than anything else
anyone could think of.
This is what we saw.
Why must we go on like this?
Let me go.
Do you enjoy torturing me?
Answer me.
Answer me!
I'm not your jailor,
you're free to go.
Go.
What are you waiting for?
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
To get rid of me.
Then you'd never have
to remember that night.
That's enough.
You've had too much to drink.
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