Sliver Page #3

- Oh, yeah.

Did you know Naomi Singer?

Not really. I saw her around a few times.

I wonder why she did it.

Yeah. I don't know, I think I read

something about boyfriend troubles.

Oh, they're doing it!

Oh, they are! I can't believe it!

Something exciting happening.

I don't believe it. They are!

Let me see. Let me see.

Oh, they sure are.

Would you look at her?

She's a voyeur. She can't get enough.

- I am not.

- Yes, you are.

That's why you have this telescope

out here.

- It's not even mine!

- You're a peeper! A peeper!

Somebody gave this to me.

- Right.

- Everybody has a telescope.

- I don't.

- I do.

- Thank you.

- I do, too.

I'm shocked. I'm truly shocked.

You people are shameless.

You're all shameless.

What is with you guys?

- Will you look at that?

- Come on, Alex.

- Hurry up, before they finish.

- Just a moment.

I wanna look, too.

Oh, my God!

It looks like they're being Rolfed.

- Bye. Bye.

- Bye.

- Goodnight. Thank you for coming.

- Thanks. Bye.

- Goodnight.

- Bye.

Goodnight. And thanks for the wine.

- Sorry about the California red.

- I like California red.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Listen, do you work out?

You mean,

like exercise bikes and stuff?

No, no. The real thing. Weights.

- You want to check it out?

- Oh. No, thank you.

You would have a great time.

What do you think?

Tomorrow morning, maybe?

You know, there are mirrors

all over those places.

There are no mirrors.

They're everywhere you look.

No mirrors. Promise.

What do you say? 10:00? I'll call you?

I'll call you. Bye.

That was a great party.

I thank you.

You're welcome.

Who knows, maybe next time

I'll even get an invitation, huh?

- Maybe.

- Oh, you got to be careful.

Maybe means "yes"

to an old ex-journalist like myself.

The operative word being "ex".

Yeah.

But us investigative reporters

never lose the instinct...

to jump in at the slightest opening.

That would explain you jumping out

at me in the park, then, I guess.

No.

That was a tactic I developed

in junior high school to get the babes.

It didn't work then, either.

You don't go out much, do you?

I thought...

maybe in lieu of the gym...

you might want to go to dinner with me.

Maybe.

I'll take that maybe as a yes.

- Goodnight, Carla.

- Goodnight, Jack.

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Hello?

Is somebody out there?

What's the matter? Jesus!

- You okay, Miss Norris?

- Yes.

I hear something in my office.

- What the hell happened?

- I was...

The lights went out, and...

the door was jammed,

and then I heard this sound. I just...

Look, it must have jammed.

Come on. I think all this

haunted house crap is getting to you.

I don't believe it. You're such a liar.

Well, well, well. Looks like they must

have put up a few mirrors in here, huh?

Yeah, overnight, right?

Come on. Come on.

The locker room's right over here.

You conned me into this.

It'll be fun. Trust me.

Okay. Your turn.

- I can't do that.

- Oh, yes, you can.

Come on. I'll teach you.

Okay.

Great. Great.

Just want to keep your hips straight.

Anyone ever tell you

you've got a very nice butt?

- I already know you're a liar.

- You do.

Nobody's told me that in a long time.

Well, that's because the wrong people

have been looking at it.

That's true.

- How often do you work out?

- Three, four times a week.

I'm starving. How about you?

Yeah.

How do you find the time?

I work at home.

I design computer video games.

Oh, yeah?

You think I'm too young for you,

don't you?

What?

- You do, don't you?

- No.

- I wasn't thinking about that.

- Liar.

Yes, you were.

I'm not.

You like it?

Yeah. I love it. I play it all the time.

- So you really do have the beer.

- I told you it wasn't a ruse.

Thank you.

- What's that?

- A volcano.

I've always loved them.

I'd like to fly into one sometime.

Why?

I don't know. It sounds like fun.

Don't you think?

I have to go.

- Please, I...

- It's okay.

You're so beautiful, Carly.

They'll see.

I want to see.

I want to see you.

It's okay.

It's okay. I'm here.

What are you worried about?

Somebody's watching you

like you watch them?

Why don't you come over here

with me and lie down?

Why? So you can talk dirty to me

some more?

Please?

Oh, I have to go.

It's my building, Carly. I own it.

I even helped redesign it.

My father owned

a bunch of hotels, so I...

I inherited a lot of money.

And I didn't want to be bothered

with a lot of hassles...

so I just don't tell people that I own it.

Did you tell Mrs. McEvoy

to give me special treatment?

No.

But I did approve

your application quickly.

You had me all plotted out, huh?

I just thought we would like each other.

You're not angry with me, are you?

Boy, have I got something to tell you.

You're not going to believe it!

This is Judy. Will you call me?

Where have you been?

I've been trying to call you all day.

Something's going on, I can smell it.

You've probably been having

multiple orgasms.

You've probably been

f***ing your brains out.

I have.

Carly, Alex is all over me

about the Dean book.

Please, please work on it

this weekend. Bye.

Goodnight.

Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite.

You do look like you f***ed

your brains out. Look at you.

What are you smiling at?

That damn eclair?

- I'm just smiling. That's all.

- Tell me.

I want to know everything.

Every little grunt. Every little wiggle.

There's nothing to tell.

You've been spending too much time

with your vibrator.

I certainly have.

I'm getting a plastic yeast infection.

Who is he? Do I know him? Tell me.

- Tell me.

- You met him.

I met him? And I didn't pin him

to the wall and ravish him myself?

And you got him?

Now I'm pissed. Who?

It's Zeke. You met him at my apartment.

That gorgeous, young, incredible...

Oh, my God, I hate you.

I really hate you. How is he?

Give me the goods. Is he insatiable?

I bet he's insatiable.

They all are at that age.

Lead pencils, that's what they are.

I hate you. I really, really hate you.

I mean, I go away

with the other one, right...

for what I think is going to be

a hot, steamy weekend...

and you're reloading a lead pencil.

I must have done something terrible

in my past life.

- Wait. You went off with who?

- Jack Landsford.

Who's not even a sharpened pencil,

let me tell you.

We went to Montauk. Stayed in a cabin.

- What happened?

- Nothing. Not a damn thing.

The earth definitely did not move.

All he did was ask about you.

You know, you should go out with him.

Just to find out for me

if he's even got a pencil.

I'll bet it's something blue.

Something intimate.

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