The Kreutzer Sonata Page #5

Their parents make a dollar

and 33 cents a day and a cup of rice.

Not only is that not enough

for them, it's not enough for them

to feed or take care

of their children.

And these are the types of

conditions that breed war

and civil strife.

And now, each and every day

these children are being fed,

and before they were going four

and five days without eating.

The things,

the things we take for granted.

Look, this is the salutation

that they do every time we walk

into the classroom.

It's "good morning," and...

it's in their native language...

which means "We love you, good morning,

and welcome to our class."

Now, these are some pictures

that we've taken collectively.

And you're pretty good.

You guys are pretty good

photographers.

Well, it was

inspirational, I mean...

So great.

This is the village.

Those are parents.

Look at all the colors.

I mean, just incredible,

the smiles everywhere.

Never seen anything like it.

Sometimes amid

very terrible conditions, but still...

Oh, yeah, I just want to make sure

I got everything with you.

.., so yeah, we got

the textbooks...

We were able to get the textbooks

from the minister of education...

they allotted us with

400 textbooks for now,

but we're doing really good,

and we have...

I lost control

of my imagination.

It began to paint for me,

in the most lurid fashion,

a rapid sequence of pictures

showing what had gone on

when I Wasn't around...

when the kids weren't around.

They were alone in the house,

in my...bed.

I was consumed with rage,

indignation,

and a kind of strange, drunken

enjoyment of my hurt pride

as I contemplated

these pictures, but I...

I couldn't tear myself

away from them.

The more I contemplated these

imaginary pictures,

the more I believed

they were real.

Hi.

Hi.

The Internet in the office

broke down,

so I decided to do

some work here.

Good.

Good.

See ya, Aiden.

Hi.

I'm gonna go to the store.

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm good.

What was really

so awful was that I felt

that I owned her body,

as if it were my own, but I had

no control over this body.

It...didn't belong to me.

She could do with it Whatever

the f*** she Wanted.

I couldn't do a thing

to stop her or him.

Even if she hadn't cheated

on me, I knew she Wanted to,

and that made it Worse.

It...would have been better

if she'd actually done it

in front of me so that I would

have known for sure,

but I Wanted her to stop Wanting

what she couldn't help Wanting.

It...it was complete

and utter madness.

I'm going to sleep.

What is your problem?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

I'm tired.

I read somewhere that, uh...

playing the Kreutzer Sonata

is like a...

is like a, is like a dance,

like a...almost like having sex

with somebody.

Is that true?

Have you heard that?

Have you heard that?

I don't have anything

to say about that.

No.

What are you getting at?

I don't understand.

I read that...

playing the Kreutzer Sonata...

Oh, give me

a f***ing break, Edgar.

You're asking me if I, if I've got

some kind of fascination going on.

Just say it.

Why don't you just say it?

I saw what you did.

I don't appreciate

what you did, ...?

How do you know what I did?

Because I could see,

I could see that you went

through my bag.

I know where I left my phone.

I, I know that you go

through my things.

I'm aware of that.

I just came across

the phone tonight.

No, that's not true.

You've gone through

my journals before.

That's why you can't

find them anywhere.

You know my password.

That's why you always kiss me

when I'm on my e-mail.

What do you think

I've done, ...?

I don't want to have

sex with you right now, ...?

I'm not attracted to you.

What bothers you?

That I actually have,

that I'm having an interesting

relationship where I'm speaking

to somebody that I have

something in common with?

I saw a f***ing

ton of messages!

All between you and Aiden.

Tons! One f***ing after another!

What the f*** do these

messages mean?

Stop it.

Stop it!

What do they all mean?

What is the problem?

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

What is the problem?

That I might actually just be

enjoying myself, ...?

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Whatever it is that you think

is going on is not going on.

That's part of your problem

is that you're so f***ing insecure.

What?

Just leave me alone.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's him.

What?

It's him.

No. No.

It is him.

No, it's not.

It's you.

I can see it is him.

Edgar...it's you.

You're insecure.

I can f***ing see it.

Don't.

I can see it.

I can see it.

Stop it.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Funny piece of music.

I can't get...l can't get it

out of my head.

I'll stop. I'll stop.

I don't have to do this,

I told you.

This was your idea.

Yeah.

You brought this idea to me.

Yes.

And I wanted to do it,

but I don't have to do it.

I want you to do it.

No. I don't have to do it.

It's not like I'm starting

a career again.

It's been fun.

I, I don't...

But why not?

It's making me go crazy.

Has the music...

has that ever happened to you?

As a musician, I mean as a musician,

has that ever happened

to you where it just...

where it just, like, kills you?

It just, like, just goes into your head

just like a f***ing drill.

Just like...just like consumes

who you are, your spirit.

No? No?

Mm-mm.

No?

Can't you just stop

talking about it?

You know what?

I want it to be unobtrusive.

I don't want it to be, like,

front and center.

With a bucket?

Yeah...with a big bucket.

.., um, first of all,

I'd like to thank all of you

for coming today.

Uh, I know that many of you have

traveled considerable distances

to be here, some from as far afield

as other parts of Beverly Hills.

And I'd especially like to thank

Edgar Hudson and his foundation

for hosting this lunch here

in his tiny garden

behind his cramped

and run-down home.

And for those of you

who don't know him well,

Edgar is wealthy and cultured.

He has a beautiful wife and

two unbelievably sweet kids.

I swear to God, I just want you to know

how much we all hate you.

Money is energy,

and energetically all of you

are here because you want to do

something to help someone else in need.

I thanked him

for the pleasure he had given me

and said a final good-bye.

Everything was fine.

My Wife and I were both

very pleased with the Way

the evening had gone,

and We'd never see him again.

Look, I don't want to be an a**hole

and say I told you so...

Excuse me, I'm so sorry.

I have Elinore on line one.

Um...tell her I'll call her.

I know, I know she called,

I know she called several times.

Tell her I'll call her back.

Don't worry about it.

Look, like I was saying,

I'm not trying to be an a**hole

and say I told you so,

but there's only so much I can do.

I'm on your mandate.

I'm on Elinore's mandate.

You, you have to go up there.

I can't do it.

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