The Longest Week Page #6
the language.
He promptly lost consciousness.
Where does it hurt?
Conrad's worst fear had come true.
He was all alone.
Hello.
Who is this?
- It's your son, Conrad. Hi.
- Connie.
Where are you? What's that noise?
Can't you see I'm preoccupied?
When are you coming home?
I don't know, darling.
Divorces of this stature
can take some time.
How long, do you think?
Look, I... I have to go.
Maybe this won't blow over.
I just saw the most amazing
performance piece
where a husband and wife
tied themselves together
with a 10-foot rope
for an entire year.
It was a commentary
on the modern relationship.
That is the most beautiful
metaphor I've ever heard.
What happened to them?
They got a divorce.
I heard you met
with Beatrice earlier.
She was trying to get me
to do what we're doing right now.
Yeah.
Dylan, I guess you were right.
About what?
Sometimes I am my own worst enemy.
What happened to your face?
I got hit by a truck.
Zeus is dead.
the better of my free will."
Hear, hear.
And I want my Volvo back.
That was just a joke.
How are things with Jocelyn?
We broke up again.
This time it's for good.
I think she was stealing from me.
That's rough.
How are things with Beatrice?
- Not so good.
- No?
Well, it's not a surprise considering
what an a**hole you are.
I resent that.
Well, you should. It was an insult.
You're not still mad at me,
are you?
Not at all.
Maybe a little.
I really thought
Beatrice and I were gonna last.
What is it?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Now, you two seem like
fans of literature.
I have got a very impressive library
at my apartment.
Really?
You wanna see
my Balzac collection?
You sure you don't wanna
do anything?
No, I can't, sorry.
It would be a misrepresentation
of how I feel inside.
I... I don't even know what that means.
Well, that's exactly the problem.
You can, um, keep the Volvo.
Beatrice, it's Conrad.
Give me a call. Call me back.
What do you see, Conrad?
Sex.
And now?
Beatrice. I mean, sex.
I mean, wait, Beatrice.
Now?
Sex.
This isn't healthy, Conrad.
I know that.
Meanwhile, Beatrice visited
her Upper West Side mystic
in an attempt to find similar answers
to her quandary.
Unfortunately, her prospects
were less than ideal.
I mean, I've only just moved
in, she's already kicked me out.
I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
Sometimes we have to make
sacrifices for the ones we love.
This literary moral code of yours
is completely unrealistic.
This isn't a Jane Austen novel,
and I'm certainly not Emily Post.
You have the moral code
of a Bolshevik, Conrad.
I mean, I'm... I'm having
an existential crisis here.
I can't stop thinking about her.
I think I need to see a doctor.
Conrad, I am a doctor.
Beatrice? Beatrice?
Note to self. Upon a second reading,
my analyst was correct.
It has EVERYTHING to do
with "Pygmalion"
Dylan, wake up.
What? What is it?
I need Jocelyn's phone number.
Allez, Beatrice.
Regarde-moi. Regarde-moi.
Voil. Comme ga. Magnifique.
Tu es belle, tu es belle.
Petit oiseau. Voila. Love.
Hate!
Stop! Don't move. Voil.
Superbe. Superbe.
Splendide. Encore une, encore une.
Une dernire pour la route.
OK, let's...
let's take a break.
Hi.
What happened to your head?
I got hit by a truck.
Yeah.
I like this music selection.
Whose is it?
What are you doing here?
I'm quitting. The whole act.
Well, it wasn't the act that bothered
me. It was the cover-up.
Well, the act was the cover-up.
I have to go back to work.
Can I have one hour?
I just need one hour.
- OK. One hour.
- Yeah.
Thanks. I'll be right here.
I hate surprises.
You're gonna like this one.
- I don't understand.
- It's for both of us.
Don't get too excited.
It's just a rental.
You didn't?
I did.
How?
There's no leaks in the ceiling.
Got his-and-her bathrooms.
This water is not brown.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
So did you actually go to the Picasso
retrospective last week?
- It was horrid.
- I know.
I'm sorry, but I find his work
pretentious and adolescent.
You know, if people
just sort of take a step back...
Do you ever notice that the people
who make fun of people
for being pretentious are
usually the pretentious ones?
It's just Duchamp
but without the wit.
You ever noticed how people
only lash out on others
because they're afraid of what
they see because they see themselves?
What if I tell you "I love you"?
Does that mean
I actually love myself?
Exactly.
I love you.
I love you too.
It was at that moment Conrad
and Beatrice knew that it was over.
Beatrice couldn't help
but feel sympathy for Conrad.
Not love but sympathy.
One can often get confused
for the other.
As the two exited the station,
they waved goodbye
to one another as usual.
It would be the last time
they would ever see each other.
an unavoidable distinction
between Conrad and Beatrice that
had rendered them incompatible.
She was a hopeless romantic,
and he was romantically hopeless.
By the week's end,
Conrad had received a telegram
informing him of his parents'
reconciliation.
Their week-long divorce
had grown tiresome,
and they were to return home
in two days time.
As much as Beatrice had tried,
she was unable to forget
Conrad's actions.
Note to self. See doctor
Conrad went on to keep the empty
apartment as a sort of metaphor
for the void left by Beatrice.
He told no one of its existence.
It wasn't till years later
love was just like communism -
it was a great idea
Conrad may have told others that
he was in search of a girlfriend,
a future wife,
but it was merely rhetoric.
Conrad's search was for an idyllic
to the idea of something
and not the actual thing itself.
Back in the Valmont with
his credit cards once again active,
Conrad resumed the life
he was accustomed to living.
But something was different.
Like this one right there.
Get that one.
I missed it.
OK, why the hell
are we fishing with spears?
What's wrong?
It's been a long week.
With the matriarch of the Valmont
household once again home,
Conrad was able to let out
a decade of emotions and fears
for she had long been
the only person
that he would truly confide in.
I think there's something wrong
with me.
In an attempt to change his ways...
Ding-dong.
...Conrad started down the road
to redemption
with the simple gesture
of quitting cigarettes,
of getting his father's
Austin-Healey out of hock,
and on one spring afternoon
while Dylan was out,
Conrad snuck into his friend's apartment
He not only monetarily compensated
Dylan for his loan
but also included the keys
to his Volvo
and an inflation-adjusted interest
of 20%.
These are classic symptoms.
I think you're a closet agoraphobic.
I'm terminating our sessions.
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