The 24th Day Page #2
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- 2004
- 92 min
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I guess,
but no more than seven.
No way.
a chance there's eight?
What is this? isnt this usually
done by a guy named ''Rocco''...
with a hot lamp in my eyes?
Im sorry. Im sorry.
This is your personal business.
Im being an a**hole.
Give me one second...
and Ill tell you precisely
how many men Ive done that with.
Seven. Seven.
Exactly seven.
How's that,
''Lieutenant Columbo''?
What about you?
-One.
-One? Really?
So, what was it, a one-night
stand, a good close friend?
Do you screw all eight of them
or did they screw you?
You're being silly and I told you
it was seven and not eight.
We don't have to play this
twenty questions game.
lf you want to know if
Im safe just ask me.
-Are you safe?
-Very.
That's a strong word.
ever do anything that's unsafe.
The truth isn't that easy.
The truth is confusing.
Well, what's so confusing
about it?
Everybody has their own truth.
And you got yours,
Ive got mine.
But the only truth that matter
is the ''true truth''.
Not what you say...
or what I say but
what really is.
Sometimes it isn't easy
to figure out.
What was the truth for you,
what I just did there?
You took a drink
from the bottle.
And that would be a lie.
I took the bottle to my lips
but I didn't drink anything.
See, the truth is confusing.
I think the ''true truth'' is,
you're bombed.
I think we've done enough
talking for tonight.
You're gonna take advantage
of my drunken state?
s that what you want?
I definitely have to get drunk
or I wouldn't be able to do this.
You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do.
What is it you want?
I want...
I need to take a piss.
Stay right there, okay?
You're very lucky.
Why is that?
lf I wasn't so horny, I would have
been out that door ten minutes ago.
Im totally kidding.
No, you're not.
You're right, Im not.
Hello, my love.
You're still awake.
You're up real late
for a school night.
Hey, did you try and leave
a message?
it doesn't sound like
you're still at Winston's.
Isabella, don't give me
a hard time.
is it the guy we were talking to,
the cutie with the green eyes?
Yes, the cutie.
is he cute rich guy?
He's a cook.
He lives at Ninth and ''A'' and
from the looks of his place...
if he is rich, he's done
-But he is a cutie?
-Yes, he is.
Ill be in your office by nine
to go over the pitch?
Dan, can you hear me?
Yeah, nine, I got it.
Ill call you tomorrow.
-Who was on the phone?
-I was checking messages.
This isn't your apartment,
is it?
Why do you say that?
Because Ive been
here before.
How can you be so sure?
This frog... it's cracked.
So?
I broke it.
I broke this.
I knew this place
seemed familiar.
Wait a second...
I just wasn't sure.
it was dark and I think...
I was stoned or something...
You were drunk, Dan.
-You weren't stoned.
-How do you know?
Don't tell me that was you.
-Was that you?
-Yeah.
Oh, my God, that was you.
-Wasn't that, four years ago?
-Five.
Well, I didn't even...
So, how have you been?
When did you know
that it was me?
The moment I saw you.
The moment you saw me.
And you didn't say anything.
I wanted to see
if you'd remember me.
-I mean, it was five years.
-And you were drunk.
I was very drunk.
You don't remember anything?
I remember
breaking the frog.
What about us?
Well, I remember we... we had
a good time, we had fun.
Fun?
Yeah, we had a Lot of fun.
So you don't remember
anything?
No, I just...
don't say that, you know?
its all right.
No, wait a second.
We met at Winston's,
like we did tonight, right?
I got it now.
We came back here...
we sat down on the couch and
I unbuttoned your shirt.
And then we started kissing...
I had a pullover,
no buttons.
-Same thing.
-Tell me more.
More what?
Details.
Our details.
Tell me everything you remember
about our night.
Why?
I like hearing it.
Start with my shirt.
it came off and then what?
I took off your shirt and
I kissed down the back of your ear.
No, that never happened.
-Excuse me?
-That never happened.
You kissed the back
of my ear...
It was five years ago.
Who can remember every detail?
I can. I remember
every minute.
You didn't break that thing,
I did. I broke it...
when I was taking off my sweater
my blue, striped sweater.
I don't know what to say.
Im sorry.
Im sorry, I don't remember.
And now Im realizing
it was your first time...
My only time.
I must really like you...
to have gone home a second time
without remembering.
This isn't gonna happen tonight.
I should probably go.
I really sorry.
its not opening.
-You need a key.
-What?
You need a key.
-Thanks.
-Wait a second.
Im just curious
about one thing.
Im not curious,
Im confused.
-About what?
-I don't know how to put this.
Just put it.
lf you don't remember
that night...
then why did you tell me
you were safe?
Im sorry, ''very safe''.
-Open the door.
-Answer me.
-Open the door.
-I will.
-Open the door now.
-Just tell me why you said that.
Because Im always safe.
But you don't remember.
You said, ''I don't remember''.
I said I don't remember
every detail...
I don't have to remember
being safe. Im always safe.
-Always.
-Always.
Now is that the ''true truth''
or is that your truth?
God damn it!
They don't work!
These don't f***in' work, man!
Sh*t. I gave you
the wrong set. Im sorry.
I screwed this up.
I didn't mean to get weird.
its just when you
didn't remember me...
that being my only time...
I got embarrassed.
Maybe even a little pissed off
with the booze.
The booze has a way of being
an a**hole when Im hurt.
Just open the door, okay?
Can I have a hug
before you go?
I should leave.
Just one hug so there's
no bad feelings.
I should leave.
I didn't mean to get weird.
Unlock the door first.
You should have left.
Why didn't you just leave?
The door has a dead bolt
which I locked from the outside.
The next door neighbors
are all away with the family.
The apartment downstairs
is empty.
if you fight me, it will hurt.
Stay still.
Try and stay still.
is there a problem?
in there?
I overcooked a steak.
its all right.
I just need to open a window.
its all right.
-You're sure?
-Yeah, it's fine, thank you.
Thanks for the concern.
Im not crazy. I know what I did
and I know why Im doing it.
I want you to know that.
Im not crazy.
I don't care why you did
what you did...
is let me go.
Remember Isabella from the bar?
When I was getting the messages,
she picked up.
I told her you lived
on Ninth and Monroe.
Now, when I don't
come home tonight...
and I miss my very important
meeting in the morning...
she's gonna wonder where I am,
she's gonna knocking on your door.
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