Red Shoe Diaries Page #3

Synopsis: Jake following the suicide of his girlfriend Alex seeks answers as to why she did it through her diaries. Jake discovers that although she loves him, she felt as if there was something lacking. And when she met a man who did construction work and sold shoes, she pursued him and it wasn't long before she was having an affair with him and they did things that she didn't do with Jake. And she couldn't stay away from him.
Director(s): Zalman King
Production: Republic Pictures Home Video
  2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.4
R
Year:
1992
105 min
648 Views


If I told my friends that my problem|was not one man, but two,

they'd kick me in the head.

Maybe I should run an ad in the paper:

"Woman out of control seeks clues|to own dark pain and passion.

from other women's experiences.|Willing to pay top dollar

Send diaries to|Red shoes, P.O. BOX...

Whatever".

Come back. Here it comes.|- Did it break? - Not yet.

He's a tough little bastard.

A candy?|- Beautiful, isn't it?

No, no. Unwrap that first.

What's that?|- Atmosphere?

What's that?|- You'll see.

Come on over here. Come on.|- Where are we going?

Just come with me. Sit.

What's this?|- I want to do this right

Okay?|- Okay, go ahead.

It is...

A velvet box.

Marry me, Alex.

Is that a yes or a no?

I think I had too much to|drink this afternoon.

You wanna talk about it?

Jake, I know you think you|know everything about me,

but there's so much you don't know.

Like what?|- Like...

When I was a kid I was so screwed up|I listened to myself breathe at night

because I thought if I didn't I|wouldn't wake up in the morning.

I used to bang my head against|the wall untill it hurt.

It was like I just|couldn't stop myself.

I just|couldn't stop myself.

All kids feel like that|from time to time.

No. I'm talking dark.

So dark it scared the sh*t|out of my parents.

Who? Not your mother.

She took me to all types of|doctors 'cause she...

She thought it was my thyroid,|but it wasn't my thyroid, Jake.

And it just got worse and|she got really scared.

She got so scared because,

it's the only thing|she couldn't control.

I can remember writing this elaborate|will when I was eleven.

And then when I didn't die, I wrote|another one when I was fifteen.

I was so f***ed up.|- Those days are over, baby.

F*** it! I can't even drive a car.

I'm the only person in Los Angeles|who can't drive a car.

Any idiot can drive a car, baby.

It takes a genius to get her|friends to drive her everywhere.

Stop. I don't want to.

That's the thing about life.

If you look at thing hard enough,

long enough, in the harsh|light of the day,

you'll eventually see the flaws.

That's why everything I make|I design with lots of shadows.

The shadows make things beautiful.

Special. Your shadows make|you beautiful, Alex,

I love you.

I want you to marry me.

It was like I was Standing|outside myself,

watching pieces of a puzzle|fall into place.

The whole picture of my life,

all the patterns that keep repeating.

All the same rotten mistakes.

Why when I have a good thing going,|do I always checkmate myself?

What's the matter with you, Rita?

Your boyfriend keeping you up nights?|You look like sh*t!

And one, and two, and three,

and four, and five, and six,

and seven, and eight.

All right, ladies,|that'll be all for today.

So tell me. What's his name?|- Jake, mother. - Jake.

Exactly what kind of|an architect are you?

Hope not one of those conceptual|a**holes spending his life therifing

the utopian environment.

Jake designs skyscrapers.|- Design and build are different things.

He builds them to.

I despise intimidating men.|- Jake's not intimidating.

Is that so? He bamboozled you,|otherwise you wouldn't defend him.

I don't know what she told you, but|her father was a real cocksucker.

You're not one of those passive|aggressive types, are you?

No, I'm just aggressive.

And intimidating.|Are you a good lover?

Oh god.|- Are you attentive!

Patient? Unselfish?|Do you take your time?

Shut the door and|you'll find out.

Hey, wait a minute!

F*** your mother.|She can piss on my head.

I don't care. It doesn't change|what I feel about you.

You've said enough about|my f***ing mother. F*** you.

Look at me.|What are you afraid of?

What?

Don't run away.|What are you afraid of?

Hi, we're not in right now.|Work, work,work.

Leave us a message.

I... If you're there, this is me.

What's going on?|Your office is closed and I...

I miss you.

Can't let him intimidate me.|Can't let him frighten me.

Got to tell him face to face.

If I can't do that, if I can't sit|in a room across from him,

and tell him that it's over,|then I'm not worth sh*t.

Not worth a sh*t.

I'm looking for Tom Butler.|- Yeah. What for?

A letter.|- Right here.

Sign right here for me.|- All right.

Here you go. - All yours.|- Thanks a lot.

Hey, nice boots.|- Thanks.

How you doing?

Where's the shoes?

Worn out.

It's all that running away|you've been doing.

I stopped by your office three|times this week.

Where were you?

I had flu.

And you're better now?|Is that what we are celebrating?

I'm getting married.

I won't be seeing you anymore.

Is this a game?|Are you playing with me?

I know you have my home number.|Please don't use it.

Ever.

Say:
"Please don't use it Tom."|- It's over between us.

It ain't over 'till it's over.|That's just the way it is.

I came here to see you.|To feel you.

To make love to you.

There's no way that I'm gonna|leave here until I do.

Not a chance.

It ain't over 'till it's over.

Make a move.|I'll move faster.

Touch me again|and i'll scream.

Scream then. Get it over with.

Get it over with.

I'll have your clothes ripped off.

I'll be inside you before they|break down the door.

It ain't over 'till it's over.

I'll be like one of those dogs|you see in the park.

They'll have to turn a firehouse|on me to get me off you.

Please don't talk that way.

Why? Does it excite you?

It make me sick.|- Puke then.

But please,|don't leave me.

It's tragic, isn't it?

I thought that if you didn't know me,|you couldn't control me.

Now here I am again.

I'm an open book.

I want you to let me go, Tom.

Say my name again.|I love it when you say my name.

Things have a life and that life|comes to an end.

Sit down. I won't move|if you don't want me to.

I just want to feel you here.

No, not like that. Like this.

Can you feel how much I want you?|- Yes.

Does it feel good?|Do you feel the way it feels?

Yes.

Do you thing that's something|with no life left in it?

Do you think I can|just walk out that door?

When I come I'm only gonna|wanna come again.

That's the way it is.|It ain't over 'till it's over.

I'm gonna kiss you goodbye tonight,

then I'm gonna kiss you hello again|next week.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes.|- It feels good, doesn't it?

From now on, Wednesdays are mine.

You're out of control.

Hey, you don't answer|my phone calls!

If you don't come to the door at|least come to the windows.

I need to know what your plans are.

I need to know if you'll ever|come back to work.

Look, what happened to you is|horrible. Nobody can deny that.

But a lot of people put a lot of|money and a lot of faith in us,

and when they ask questions,|they deserve answers.

I'll cover you. Just|give me a date, a time.

A week, a month. Six months,|whatever. I just need to know.

Jake, don't be an a**hole.

Damn!

Hey, where'd you come from?

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for something for|a friend. Very high, very sexy.

Maybe red.|- Yeah. What size?

Seven, seven and a half.|- Okay, I'll see what I got for you.

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