Synecdoche, New York Page #6

Sweet p*ssy too.

How do you know that?

I read it.

Anyway...

I mean, I don't know where she is.

Well, maybe she's got a sublet

in New York.

Maybe she's got a retrospective

at the Met. Maybe, baby.

Why are you giving me this?

I wanna follow you there and see

how you lose even more of yourself.

Research.

You know, for the part.

Partner.

Hold it. Hold it, please.

Hold it, please.

I asked you to hold the door.

I'm sorry. I pressed the button,

but I think it was too late.

You didn't press it.

- Have a good night.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Are you Ellen? Ellen?

- What?

- Are you Ellen Bascomb?

- What?

I'm to give the key to 31Y

to Ellen Bascomb.

Yes, I'm Ellen.

She said you should just go ahead

and get started.

- And don't forget to change the sheets.

- Okay, thanks.

Oh, sweetheart.

Adele?

Hi, Ellen. Be a doll and do the sheets

and whatever's in the hamper.

Your money's under the toaster.

Kisses, Adele.

P.S. Bag of stuff in bedroom closet

for Goodwill. Take what you want.

Went for a walk. I had to think.

All night?

You smell weird.

Are you wearing lipstick?

No.

What do I smell like?

Like bad? Like an old person?

I don't know.

Like mold and cleaning products.

Like you're menstruating.

I don't know.

Menstruating?

You tell me.

I don't menstruate. I don't know how

I could smell like I'm menstruating.

I wouldn't know.

I don't like the guy you got

to play you.

You don't like Sammy? Why?

I think he's good.

F*** you. I'm 45 years old.

I don't wanna do this sh*t anymore.

He's the best thing in the play

except you.

He's coming on to me.

He's grabbing my ass in rehearsal.

- He's your husband.

- Good, Jimmy.

He's not my goddamn husband.

You are.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

- I'm going to rehearsal.

- It's about the play.

- We're getting at something real here.

- That's great, you guys.

Beautiful, Sammy.

- Caden? Time-out?

- Yeah.

What's up?

Well, I feel we need a Hazel in here.

I mean, there's a whole side of Caden

I can't explore without a Hazel.

- I guess, yeah.

- I get to be a character?

Yeah.

Hi, Ellen.

Crackerjack job last night.

Would you do sheets again?

We had quite a f***,

and it's musky and gross. Kisses, A.

Hi, Adele. Relined the cabinets.

I just wanted to let you know

I won a MacArthur Grant.

And I'm mounting a play which

I think is gonna be pure and truthful.

Best, Ellen.

I went for a walk. I had to think.

Caden, what are you doing at night?

I have a right to f***ing know.

I've been going to Adele's place.

And cleaning it.

Do you have any idea

what I've given up for you? For this?

For you? For you?

Could you please get that?

- This looks serious. Am I interrupting?

- What's going on, Hazel?

I just wanted you to know

that the actress playing me...

...is ready to start today.

That's great. That's all we need

around here, is two Hazels.

Okay, I'll take that as my cue.

- Maybe you could clean her toilet.

- Maybe I will.

This is over.

- No, Claire...

- I'm not talking to you.

I didn't say I was gonna

clean Hazel's toilet. He did.

- But you thought it!

- I thought it, but I didn't say it.

I got an offer to do

Needleman in a Haystack.

And I'm gonna take it.

I want you out of the apartment.

The real one. You can keep this one.

Claire.

Jesus. Claire.

Hi, yeah, we're gonna need

a Claire replacement.

Claire, I didn't say it.

I already put out a call

for a Claire replacement.

But I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to move on.

Just like that?

You don't give a guy even a chance?

I'm not a chance-giving girl.

I'm a fun-loving girl, remember?

I try and be fun-loving, see?

Sorry.

My analyst says

you have complexes.

Once you enjoyed

Needleman's complexes.

- That's before my analyst taught me...

- This is the last of my stuff.

- Bye.

- Bye. From the top?

Oh, Needleman,

you had such potential.

But I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to move on.

I'm sorry. Okay.

Oh, Needleman,

you had such potential.

But I'm afraid

I'm going to have to move on.

Just like that?

You don't give a guy a chance?

I'm not a chance-giving girl.

I'm a fun-loving girl.

Once you enjoyed

Needleman's complexes.

That's before my analyst taught me...

This is a lie.

Come here.

I try to be fun-loving, see?

- She told me your hatred of...

- Will.

Wall it up. All of it.

Claire.

Oh, Needleman.

All right.

Good for you with your grant.

Listen, I fixed up the walk-in

as a sort of bedroom if you want.

We'd love to have you...

...and you wouldn't have to schlep

all the way to Queens.

It's just a thought. Kisses, A.

Dear diary, I'm afraid I'm gravely ill.

It is perhaps times like these

that one reflects on things past.

An article of clothing

from when I was young.

A green jacket.

A walk with my father.

A game we once played.

Pretend we're fairies.

I'm a girl fairy,

and my name is Lauralee...

...and you're a boy fairy,

and your name is Teetery.

Pretend when we're fairies,

we fight each other.

And I say, "Stop hitting me or I'll die."

And you hit me again, and I say:

"Now I have to die."

And you say, "But I'll miss you."

And I say, "But I have to.

And you'll have to wait a million years

to see me again.

And I'll be put in a box...

...and all I'll need

is a tiny glass of water...

...and lots of tiny pieces of pizza.

And the box will have wings

like an airplane."

And you ask,

"Where will it take you?"

"Home," I say.

This is to hear.

- So words... English here, yeah?

- Okay.

I'm dying...

...as I'm sure Maria told you.

The flower tattoos have become

infected and they're dying.

So I am as well. This is life.

It's Maria. She did this.

Maria gave me a reason to live

once you left.

The flowers defined me.

Your mother and Maria

took you away.

I've tried for years to find you.

I didn't leave you.

I want to talk to you

about your homosexuality.

- I'm not a homosexual.

- Maria said you would deny it.

Well, she's a liar. She's lying to you.

I had the same struggle

when I first fell in love with Maria...

...and we began to have dirty,

aching sex.

Maria is your lover?

Of course.

She introduced me to myself...

...to my vagina and to hers.

You have no idea how evil she is.

I need to forgive you before I die...

...but I can't forgive someone

who has not asked for forgiveness.

- I just want...

- I have no time.

I need you to ask for forgiveness.

Can you ever forgive me?

- For what?

- For abandoning you.

For abandoning you

to have anal sex...

...with my homosexual lover, Eric.

I will, I'll say it.

For abandoning you...

...to have anal sex

with my homosexual lover, Eric.

No.

No, I'm sorry.

I cannot.

I hope you are happy, f*ggot.

I'm not happy. I'm not happy.

I've talked to you before. This is not

a play about dating. It's about death.

Make it personal. Move along.

He doesn't need to yell at them.

It is a play about dating.

It's not a play just about death.

It's about everything.

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