The Private Lives of Pippa Lee Page #4

I wish I could be peaceful and good

like you.

Good?

- What is it?

- I just...

It's over between Sam and me.

(sniffs) And it's just all so

completely, completely messed up,

and I don't know what to do. I...

I'm never gonna have a normal life.

You can be married to anybody,

if that's what you're worried about.

- Anybody?

- Marriage is an act of will.

I mean, I adore Herb,

but our marriage functions

because we will it to.

If you leave love to hold everything

together, you can forget it.

Love comes and goes with the breeze,

minute by minute.

But you make it sound

all so unromantic.

Pick any man over 50 in this room.

Either one of us

could be married to him.

OK. What about that one?

He just needs his routines, that's all.

I bet if you anticipate his needs

before he knows he has them,

he'll be docile as a lamb.

(laughs) And that one?

He needs a lot of praise,

but if you stick your finger

up his ass while he's coming,

he won't give you any trouble at all.

I'm kidding. I was kidding.

(Pippa) I wonder if maybe I'm having

a very quiet nervous breakdown.

- Did you get the boots?

- Yes. I mean, they're on hold.

- But I got 'em. I did it.

- Good. Good for you. You deserve them.

Mrs Lee?

- I want some cigarettes.

- What kind?

- The white ones.

- Marlboro Lights?

- Pippa.

- (gasps)

(sobs) Oh, my God.

(sobs)

(pants)

It's OK.

Would you like me to drive you home?

(car door opens)

Maybe you shouldn't tell anyone

about this.

- I'll try not to.

- You'll try not to?

It might slip out one day.

(laughs) What?

I think I just figured out

what's so odd about you.

You can't lie, can you?

OK. Well, thank you.

(sobs)

What's up?

Pippa, for Christ's sakes,

I'm not dead yet.

(Pippa) I'm sorry.

(Pippa)

Aunt Trish's apartment was a haven

after the hysteria

of my mother's household.

I fit in easily with the two of them,

but was secretly fascinated by Kat,

maybe because she seemed

a little bit dangerous.

- Bye.

- (Kat) Bye, baby.

(door closes)

So, chicklet... Boom, boom!

- What's your favourite subject?

- I don't really have one.

- Well, what do you like?

- Nothing in particular.

- You must be good at something.

- No.

- Well, I think you're special.

- Special how?

Special like I can't believe

you landed in my lap.

- (knock at door)

- Almost makes me believe in destiny.

- Hey.

- Hey. This is my friend, Shelly.

- Wow.

- Shelly, this is Pippa.

- You were right. She's perfect.

- Hm-hmm.

Let's get this show on the road.

Whoo-hoo!

(Pippa) So, what do I do?

When I was in the film business,

we never asked questions.

We just showed up

and let sh*t happen.

Look at the camera like it's someone you

know and don't like. That's the secret.

Yeah, like that. That's Kitty.

- Who's Kitty?

- The girl in the novel she's writing.

- That's what the pictures are for.

- Kitty is every woman's wild side.

She's fearless.

Don't you wish you were fearless?

- I guess so.

- Yeah, if you were,

you wouldn't cry every time you hung up

the phone after talking to your mommy.

- You'd forget the past.

- Is that what you do?

I'm the girl from Pluto.

I'm a scary thing.

- Can we get doughnuts?

- (Kat) Later!

OK, this is the scene where

Mrs Washington comes home

- and finds you in her playpen.

- Who's Mrs Washington?

(angry) Mrs Washington is the woman

who owns the mansion where you're at,

and one day, you come home and you

decide to play with her kids' toys.

OK. So, listen.

You have to be really upset,

so I need you

to think of something sad.

- I'm just not really feeling anything.

- No?

(Kat) OK. Let's go.

Come on, let's go. Come on, Shell.

Is she gonna hurt you?

No, don't let her take the baby!

That's right, that's your baby.

Good. Yeah. That is perfect.

Yeah, now the spanking, alright?

- What?

- It's just... It's pretend.

- Is this good?

- (Kat) Go.

- Ow!

- (Kat) Christ!

- Sorry!

- No, I said pretend!

Sorry.

You alright?

You wanna do it again?

- Yeah.

- OK.

Let's do another one.

- (Shelly) Whoops.

- How do you feel, Kitty? (laughs)

Yeah, that's right. OK.

Pippa, leash.

Pippa, leash, that's right.

Go on, little puppy dog. That's great.

(Pippa) I let those two weeks of my life

happen because, in a way,

I felt I had no choice.

That's not quite true, though.

It wasn't coercion. I liked

the attention, and... Oh, I don't know.

Anyway, Aunt Trish came home sick.

(camera clicks)

That was the end of my stay

with Aunt Trish.

You slept late.

I'm sorry.

It took me ages to fall asleep.

OK, I'm off.

See you at lunch. Oh, is there anything

else you want from the market

- other than the apricot spread?

- No.

What?

Since we moved to the old folks' home,

you look younger and younger.

That's cos I'm not setting my hair.

OK.

(gasps)

Chris? I'm sorry. It's Pippa Lee.

I'm so sorry to disturb you.

I forgot I'd left my car

at the convenience store.

I'll just wait out here. OK.

(Pippa) Your mother told me

you're going through a hard time.

You could say that.

Fired from my job at the men's shelter,

I come home to find my wife

sitting on top of my best friend.

Wow. That's bad.

Yeah, well, there's probably

a good reason for it all.

- What?

- I'm an a**hole.

You are?

I don't know why,

I just always have been.

That tattoo you have

must have hurt terribly.

I tried to join a Jesuit seminary once

when I was 17.

- You were gonna be a priest?

- Yeah.

But they rejected my application.

- Do you still have a vocation?

- Just the tattoo.

What made you lose your faith?

I stopped believing God was a mystery

you could nail down with one book,

but by that time, my parents

had written me off as a f***-up,

I was married to a Jesus freak,

and I was just as pissed off at

the world as when I was a Christian,

which brings us more or less

up to date, give or take a decade.

What are you thinking?

- I was thinking that you seem like...

- What?

Just that you seem so bright. It's a

pity you never settled on any real work.

It would make your life

so much easier.

- OK. Well, thank you.

- I didn't mean to offend you.

I suggest you go back to that little

life you've puffed up for yourself.

I'm sure you're very happy

underneath all that anxiety.

You're right, you know.

You are an a**hole.

- Told you.

- (thunder)

(Pippa) In the years after I left Trish,

all I can remember

is fixes I got myself into.

# I will love you for a while

# Just how long I cannot say

Long before

(Pippa) It was a freefall.

# While there's fire in your eyes

Truth is, I took every pill

I could get my hands on.

It's no wonder

I can't remember any of it.

One day,

I found out my mother had died.

I tried to remain as numb as possible.

That was my boyfriend, Jed.

Oh, no, it was Craig.

Craig was my boyfriend.

I can't believe you sold a painting

to Gigi Lee.

Who is she, anyway?

She is an heiress, collector,

party girl. She knows everybody.

She knows Andy.

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