Postcards from the Edge
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 101 min
- 624 Views
- Do you know where you're going?
- This is it.
- Do we bring the bags?
- Yeah.
Flight 92 to Miami, boarding gate 1.
After you pass through the passport
control, it will be on your right.
Muchas gracias, por favor.
She speaks English.
I don't know why you speak
refried Spanish all the time.
It's a courtesy, Janet.
We're in their country.
Mary Jennings?
Yeah, that's my name.
Don't wear it out.
- What's the problem?
- Come with me.
Excuse me, but we've got a flight
that's just about to leave.
You two will wait here.
Follow me, please.
Seriously, what is the problem?
I don't want to miss this flight.
I have a special rate.
- Excursion rates, they're called.
- This way, please.
What the heck is going on here, boys?
Wait a minute. Is this some kind
of Candid Camera thing?
- Where's the camera?
- Shut up.
I beg your pardon?
Did you think we don't know about your
affair with a government official?
We know who you are...
...Miss Porter.
We are not fools.
Fools, no.
You wish you were foolish.
Foolish should be a goal of yours.
Let me ask you something.
Don't you get tired of acting like
a typical South American police thug?
Go ahead, hit me again.
I tell you, our side will always win.
We have more spirit
and resources than you.
All it'll cost us is money.
There isn't enough mommy in the world
to further your cause.
F***.
Will you shut up, Raoul?
You'd want your mommy too,
if you had to say all this.
- Cut!
- Oh, Lowell, I'm sorry.
End marker.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Lowell.
You can't use any of it?
You hate me now, don't you?
No, it's funny. I don't hate you.
I hate myself for not using cutaways.
It was terrific up to that point.
Let's go, folks.
Back to one. Into position.
Do I have time
to go to the men's room?
You bet.
Back to one!
Don't hit your chest
because of the body mike.
I'm lucky to get through that speech
at all. If I hit my chest, forgive me.
You'd hit my chest too.
Work with us, people!
Back to one as quickly as possible!
- Reloading.
- You can say that again.
- I will after the next shot.
- If I make it all the way through.
Very nice, guys. Tom, take this out.
Back to one, please.
Where's my plane ticket?
You f*** up my movie, I'll kill you.
You know what I'm talking about
and so does everybody on this set.
I don't care what you do to your body
on your time, but this is my time.
I won't have some spoiled, selfish,
coked-up little actress ruin my movie.
Pull yourself together
and work with us these last days...
...or I'll kill you
before you kill yourself.
I'll do a better job. You're so
out of it, you'd botch that up.
Can you do the shot
straight through this time?
Yeah.
Okay, back to one.
Let's try it again.
What's your name?
- Cindy.
- Cindy. That's perfect.
Get your ass off this set
and don't come back.
If I catch you on this set, supplying
her with drugs, I'll call the cops.
Shoo! Get!
Is that about everything?
Anybody else want to be arrested
or killed before we wrap this?
Let's do the shot.
I feel like I slept
under an elephant's foot.
Slugabed.
It's almost 11:
30.Suz.
Sleeping Beauty?
What was the name of that man
who slept for 100 years?
Rapunzel. No.
Rip van Winkle.
Mrs. Winkle,
this is your wake-up call.
Suzanne.
Suzanne.
- Delivery!
- Excuse me?
Delivery. I'm dropping someone off.
Isn't this an emergency room?
- Yes.
- Well, this is an emergency!
Are you a relation of hers?
Oh, no. No relation.
I barely know her. I found her
like this and I brought her here.
- Will she be okay?
- I don't know.
Where can we reach you?
I'll call. There's empty
bottles of pills in her purse.
I think that's what she took.
Thanks.
What'd she take?
- Pills. Demerol, Percodan, cocaine.
- Give me her vitals.
Blood pressure's 84/20
and she's tachycardic.
- What's she saying?
- Something about being foolish.
You can say that again.
- You want ipecac?
- She's too unresponsive.
We have to pump your stomach!
Do I have to be there?
Nasty dream?
Everybody has those.
You'll have them for a while.
Great.
I'm Julie Marsden, director of the
rehab unit. I'm here to admit you.
Excuse me?
Which part is confusing you?
I'm in rehab?
Yes, Dr. Feldman and your mother
had you transferred...
...from the emergency room last night.
I'm in a rehab?
You don't remember
having your stomach pumped?
Oh. That's what...
My mother knows?
She was here while
you were unconscious last night.
Great.
Oh, God.
Why did they pump my stomach?
You would have died if they hadn't.
Why can't I remember anything?
You were probably in a blackout.
And you don't remember
taking any drugs?
Oh, well, sure.
Some, but not, I mean...
How did I get to the emergency room?
A man dropped you off unconscious.
Who?
I'm not a detective.
I'm here to admit you
and, God willing, help you.
I'd like to ask a few questions.
A guy dropped me off?
Did you try to take your life?
- Oh, please!
- I'm sorry if the question offends you.
But having to have your stomach pumped
indicates fairly suicidal behaviour.
but I'm certainly not.
I want you to know
that I know you're scared.
And that this is
I don't really understand
how I almost died. That's not...
That's never what I wanted to do.
What did you want to do?
I don't know.
Good.
That's your first step.
I just feel like
if I don't do what you want...
...you're gonna leave me.
You'll punish me.
All right, all right.
Let's stop there for the day.
Good work, Carol.
Okay, everybody, before we go,
I'd like to introduce...
...a newcomer, Suzanne,
who's just out of detox.
Hi, Suzanne, and welcome.
Weren't your parents coming tonight?
My mother, you mean.
No, my mother's working.
She's coming if she can.
significant others for a few minutes.
Suzanne, could I talk to you?
Deal with your feelings
before they deal with you.
Do you always talk in bumper stickers?
Addiction isn't the problem,
it's the solution.
- You do.
- Until you remove the solution...
...you can't see what the problem is.
This anger's not about me.
Who are you angry with?
Hello, darling!
Hello, dear.
Hi, Mama.
Am I too late for the family thing?
Yeah, but it's okay.
I did not want to miss that. How did
it go? What's wrong with your hair?
- It's all the rage in the rehab.
- Excuse me, Suzanne.
Can I meet your mother?
- Sure. Bart, this is my mom.
- I can't believe I'm meeting you.
- Since I was 7, I wanted to be you.
- Bart does you in his drag show.
- This is my lover, Allen.
- Hello, Allen.
What number do you do?
"Whistling Pines. "
My costume's like the one you wore...
...in That Marvellous Mrs. Markham.
The one with the corset?
That was so difficult to wear.
Sorry, boys.
- Nice meeting you.
- Very nice meeting you. See you.
Dear, sorry, but you know
how much the queens love me.
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