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Good-bye, miss Anderson.

Be sure to take care of yourself.

They used to be make quite a pair.

Almost seemed like it might go the distane,

till Alex cooled in her.

Left her holding a big tourch.

Poor little Nancy.

You paint?

Yes, I do. Come on. I'll show you.

Something wrong?

No, they're beautiful.

The girls come and pose fore me

several time a week.

They're good.

Ls this the one you're working on now?

Can I uncover it?

That's the one I want you to see.

How did you do that?

Part imagination, part espinage,

and the fact that you're very

careless with your blinds.

Why?

Because you fascinate me.

I'm going.

Don't! You can't hate the painting.

It's you, isn't it?

Angela, I know more about you than your

therapist or Alex will never know. Stop!

What do you want from me?

You.

You don't even know me.

I've known you for months,

I've watched you. I know you intimately.

Don't let this Porsche I'm in fool you.

I'm still a man. Ask them.

You're a virgin, aren't you?

Angela! Angela, come back! Come back.

Oh, my god, Alex! It's him!

Alex! Alex! Alex!

It's him. It's the man from the elevator.

That man with the red beard.

Take it easy. Just take it easy.

Frank, come here.

Angie, this is frank Brady.

He's an actor on the soap.

Hi, pleased to meet you.

- Oh, my god!

- Angie, Angie.

Angie, it's all right.

- Come in. Please. Please?

- Ok.

I'm sorry I embarrassed you.

You didn't. Don't worry about it.

I want to talk to you about your brother.

He's driving me crazy.

Yeah. He's good at that.

How long has he been in the chair?

About a year.

We were driving back from the cape.

I was driving. There was an accident.

That what I can say.

I've had in all kinds of specialists.

And did the best I can.

It's amazing.

- What?

- You're identical, but you're so different.

Yeah. We've always been different.

Cole was always the smart one...

The genius with no ambition,

never wanting to settle down

till the accident made him.

Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Yeah!

- Would you dinner with me tommorow?

- No

- lunch?

- No

- breakfast?

- No

a hotdog in a park?

Why do you want to be with me?

Because I like you. Because

I've seen your dolls.

And you take broken things,

and you make them beautiful.

Please. I can't stand to be touched.

I can't make love with a man.

You are not a lesbian?

Why you make him think you are a whore?

It was an easy out at the moment.

Anyway, it got rid of him.

And that's what you really wanted?

Rid of him?

I don't know. He's really nice,

he's fun, he's handsome.

For some reason, he keeps

coming on to me. But I stop it.

I want him to touch me, but I stop it.

So you see, Angie, repressed thought it

maybe you possess a sexual instict.

Do you possess a sexual instict?

Certainly. Of course I do.

How do you know?

How can I help knowing it?

If I see a pretty girl, I want to kiss her.

I'll findle her, I desire intercourse.

If I don't have it at regular intervals,

I'll find myself thinking sexual thoughts

and craving sexual satisfaction.

And you, Angie, are no different than me.

Save for a few mental

barriers, we're the same.

I'd like you to touch me.

That's because you know nothing will happen.

You trust that, therefore you trust me.

I think I'm attracted to

you, and that frightens me.

- Why?

- Because you're married.

Who frightened you the most, Angie?

Me or my wife? Or is it Alex Morgan...

- I told you that.

- Or his crippled brother?

He scares the hell out of me.

- Or ass-pinching Mr. Kramer? Or is it Billy?

- There is no Billy.

But you told me there was!

So I payback the tapes?

Come on Angie! You talk about this Billy

but not what or who he is... she is!

- Is Billy a woman, Angie?

- No

- how can you be so sure?

- Because I know.

Because why? Comon on Angie, do the work!

Why? Why? Why?

Because woman don't have red beards!

I thought I told you...

all right put her on.

Ann, dear, I'm with a patient.

Three days? Of course I'll miss you.

That's the price I pay for

being marrid to a politician.

Yes. I'll be sure to

watch you on television.

I'll tape it, I promise.

Sorry Angie.

Do you really are happy, aren't you?

Reasonably.

- You don't have any children, do you?

- No.

You see, it's never perfect, Angie. Never.

How about us doing it here, b*tch?

We can do it right here. What you say?

- What'll it be, miss? What can I get you, lady?

- Water?

Anything else? Anything else?

Was dark in the movie house Angie. How

could you be sure that it was the same man?

- Because I felt the scissors at my face.

- Why didn't you call a policeman?

All I could think to do was to run.

I left, I ran out, and I called you.

I wasn't there. If you really

certain that the man...

return back, you should

have called a policeman.

It would have been logical to do.

My god, you don't believe me.

I do believe you.

But also believe that are many red-bearded

men living in the city, and many of them...

go to the movies and some

try making out with pretty girls.

Why you've hanging up Angie? I'm trying

to help you. Do you understand me?

- Yeah. - Your experience

in the elevator was traumatic.

I don't underestimate the

shock of that encounter.

But we can't let this thing

become an obsession.

I want you think about it is possible that

your own panic is attracting these encounters.

I don't understand.

We'll talk about it. We'll

talk about it tomorrow.

- Angie, all right?

- Ok... thanks.

Hi, sweetie.

He's kissing her... long sensuous kisses

while he fondles her tits.

If this develops into something.

You just might end up on the street.

Don't worry. That's not gonna happen.

What if Alex was to walk in that door

and see you standing?

I'd get down on my knees, and I'd cry

"lt's a miracle! It's a goddamn miracle!"

What's the matter?

I can't do this. I'm no good at this.

It was me. I was just too eager. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can we have that dinner tomorrow night?

Angela. Angela. I'm coming over.

I'm coming to see you.

911 emergency. How can I help you?

911 emergency. How can I help you?

Here I come, Angela. We got to talk.

Cole, don't. Don't be stupid.

Leaving the blinds open was stupid.

Please Cole. Come down.

Angie, this is Bob. You got a job

for tomorrow. Write this down:

"Richard Bailey. 434 west 23rd street."

It's 2:
00 o'clock.

2:
00 o'clock. Ok, thank you.

That was a close call, huh? We got a job!

Hello? Anybody here?

It's a sort of fun being bigger

than the city, isn't it?

People say that it's an

ugly city, but it's not.

It's provocative and challenging.

Those flagged buildings

scattee through the area...

They're my buildings, and hopefully one

day, the whole city will look like that.

My buildings are conceived to filter

cut dirt. And sound from the outside.

You never get fading rays of the sun

will never ruin your furnature.

Our polarized windows that

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