Roxie Page #4

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cut out for it. I'm not sure that anybody is. - Why don't we sit on the bed? - I don't want to

sit on the bed. - Then we could get

more comfortable. - [Dave] Okay. You like this? - Like what? - Doing this? - Of course I do. - No, I'm asking you

a real question here. - What's going on, Davey? - Don't call me Davey. - Let's start over. - Okay. Do you like doing this? - Of course. - What do you like about it? - I love sex. - Come on, stop it. - What, baby. - You're just saying that, it's

what you're supposed to say. - Well, what do

you want me to say? - I don't know. I want you to say

how you really feel. Get out. - What? - Just get out. [sighs deeply] It's 500 bucks, just take it. - [Joel] Wow! - Hm? - I fell like a boy. - [Roxie] Yeah. - Yeah, it's like

some boyhood fantasy. - I like that. It's sexy, come here, boy. I want you. - It's good to see you, Dave. How's your wife? - Well, she-- - Dave, I don't care. I'm just making conversation. - Right. - Look, you came here to f***! We'll f***. I don't need you

to be shy about it. - Well, I'm sorry-- - [Woman] Don't apologize, Dave. I need the confident Dave. I don't need a

limp dick tonight. You were quite the

star at the conference. I'm sure you can get some young, impressionable

woman to blow you. Mr. Hutchins, Mr. Hutchins. I just love your book. - No, no. - Have all you been

getting is hookers? You want them to care about you. You can't get somebody

to care about you. Sex isn't enough. - Please don't-- - [Woman] Please don't what? Listen Dave, I don't

care about you. I don't care about you the way you want a woman

to care about you. What do you want? - What do you mean? - What are you looking for? Do you want me, Dave? - Yes. - Do you want to have me? - [Dave] Yes. - Like a hooker? I'm not a hooker, Dave. I'm not a b*tch. You're my b*tch. [whimpering] - Yeah. - [Woman] What are you? - A b*tch. - [Woman] Who's b*tch? - [whimpers] Yours. - [Woman] Good. Good boy. [whimpers] - I remember the night I

told her I want a divorce. I couldn't take it. How do you tell somebody,

"I want a divorce?" It's the hardest thing

I've ever said in my life. [gentle violin music] My daughter, she must

have already known. She wouldn't even look at me. I knew she'd never forgive me. I'm some f***ing therapist. Dave had to take all my clients. And no one would come

to see me, I mean, I couldn't save my own marriage and I had a daughter

that hated me. - I'm sure she doesn't hate you. - That was really

sweet of you to say. But I know she does, deep down. I mean, maybe it's out of

love but I know she hates me. She hates me. [sobbing] - I have lived my life

as a commanding force. I know and believe

that our emotions are run and determined by

the chemicals in our brain. Our behaviors and our

patterns, it's testosterone. Once you make the decision

to change the patterns, and it shifts something. Oxytocin, testosterone, then you make a decision

to change your life. And as you go back

into the world, you go to your

profession and your job to help others, Roxie! Roxie, Roxie, Roxie. You must understand

it, you must take control and command

of your life. Roxie, Roxie, Roxie, Roxie, Roxie, Roxie, Roxie, Roxie-- You must learn to rule

and regulate yourselves. - [Joel] Dave, it's Joely. I love her. I love her, Dave. We are running away together. - We're looking for

a place that would-- - Bargain Motor Lodge

Emeryville on Chester, okay? - [Joel] Until you

can accept that please, don't try to contact me. [deeply sighs] Sheryl,

look tell Sheryl that I never meant to hurt her. - How can I buy all this? - What do you mean? - This can't be real. - Why not? - You don't mean

anything you say, do you? - I do. I do. - It would be so

painful to watch you go. - I don't have to go. - [Dave] No?

- [Roxie] No. - Where would we stay, here? - Sure! [laughter] - This isn't real. - You're like the first taste. - [Roxie] Of what? - Love. - What does it taste like? - Sweet. [soft pop music in distance] It's so incredible to

just hold each other. - Relax. - A kiss that would

last and last, and wouldn't want it to stop. The smell of her skin. I was so terrified. - When? - [Dave] She was like a drug, rushing through my bloodstream. - [Roxie] Who? - Are you like the first time? Are you real? - You see guys all the time. - I don't see guys

like you all the time. - [exclaims] I wish, I really

wish I could believe that. - Then believe it. [breathing heavily] [peaceful string music] [gentle piano notes playing] [splashing] You are My sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You never know, dear How much I love you Don't you take My sunshine away - I like you. That's the problem, you see? - Well, I like you too. - Yeah, but I'm

supposed to be detached. You're supposed to be detached. But, I can't be detached. I think I'm falling

in love with you. Now, isn't that silly? - No. - So, this is as different

for you as it is for me? - Yeah. [rattles] [crunching] - F*** you Joel, f*** you! - What baby? What did I do? - I'm leaving? - Why? - [Roxie] You have a wife! - [Joel] I'll leave her. - I can't be out

here anymore, Joel. Do you know what

would happen to me if they found out I was here? - Look, you tell

them to talk to me. I'll straighten everything out. Just tell 'em to talk to me. - I can't! - Why can't you? You came out here, willingly. I didn't force you. You came out here

because you wanted to. Because we fell in love. - [Roxie] You think

you're in love. - Why are you doing this to me? - These are all your

f***ing choices. You've got a f***ing

wife to go home to. Don't give me that f***ing

song and f***ing dance! - [Joel] I don't care about

my wife, I told you that! It's not my choice

that you led me on. We had a good

time, we get along. - You had a good time. - I've had the best

two days of my life! - So, it's all about you. See, I've had two

days here with you. And I've got one night

of money to show for it. And now, I'm gonna get

f***ing killed for it. - [exclaims] It's

money you want. That's what this is all about! How much you want,

$500, $600, what? 1000, wait, here. I'll write ya' a f***ing check! Take it you f***ing whore! [keys rattling and door closes] - How much did he give you? He fell for it, didn't he? The "I love you," the sudden fight? Yeah, he fell for it. Why wouldn't he? I did. Don't do this

Roxie, not to Joel. - Why shouldn't I? - How can we defend ourselves? [sobbing] I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry.

[sobbing] [sobbing] Sleeping in cars Awoken by church Bells on Sunday [rhythmic drumming] [sobbing] [wind blows] [soft pop music] [smooth singing muffled

by sounds of sea] - Dave? Dave? [moans] We're here, do you hear me? - [Dave] Okay. - I need some time. Dave? - [Dave] Okay. - So, don't please. - Okay. - Congratulations

on the award, Dave. [squeaking] There is a Ghost in my head There is a Ghost in my bedroom There is a Ghost in my chest And he will Not let me rest He haunts me yeah he taunts me All the time Won't get back

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