When In Rome Page #5

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a serious blow to your self-esteem.

Maybe you should sit down.

Remember that girl? The one

you wanted to settle down with?

The one you wanted to be

little soccer dad with?

Well, guess what. Mama's

a bigger player than you, son!

Shazam! Check it out.

Foreign guys, old dudes,

Houdini, a half-naked gentleman.

This girl sees more action

in one afternoon

than you saw

in your whole senior season.

Look, I'm sorry, man,

but it's all there.

It's pretty clear what I have to do.

Yeah.

I got to pick up my game.

- I was just thinking about you.

- I was just thinking of you.

I'm sorry I ran off the other day.

I've just been having

one of those weeks.

Yeah, so it would seem.

Is everything OK?

Yeah. There's a lot

I would like to tell you.

Unfortunately, I need to cut

to the chase. Back her up a bit.

My fundraiser at the museum,

it's tomorrow,

- and I need to get my hands on that...

- The Petrocelli.

I'm kind of wavering on that now.

But that's the centerpiece

to my pain exhibit.

Yeah, but have you thought at all

about my pain, my suffering?

- What?

- I would feel better about it

if we could sit down, talk about it,

maybe over dinner?

I know this place

called Blackout on Bleecker.

- I was thinking 8:00?

- So you're blackmailing me now?

- Actually, it's extortion.

- If I come to dinner,

- can I have my Petrocelli?

- I got to run. See you at 8:00!

- You have a date?

- It's not a date.

So, what are you gonna wear?

My navy blouse, a pencil skirt,

and some open-toed slingbacks.

[Jason Damato:
Floating Down a River]

- Hey.

- Hey.

You look great.

I didn't really have time

to get ready.

So this is it?

Yeah. It's supposed to get

a lot better in the back.

- OK.

- Look, we got off on the wrong foot.

Actually, we got off on the right foot,

and Umberto's cousin

messed everything...

I don't even want to talk about that

right now.

I just wanted to tell you

ever since that night in Rome...

Hi! My name is Ilona,

and I'll be your sensory guide

this evening.

Tonight you will enjoy

a delicious gourmet meal

without your primary sense of sight.

In this way your other senses

will become heightened

to bring you an exciting,

new culinary experience.

Is she serious?

Yeah. Our last great moment

was the night the lights went out

in Rome,

so I figured we'd pick up

where we left off.

That's beautiful.

Please take my hand

and I will lead you to your table.

Let's make a train.

Here we are. Now,

just follow me. Stay close.

Just let your eyes take a back seat

while your senses do the driving.

It's furniture.

That's a chair.

Very good. Very good.

You wouldn't have gotten

to feel that chair if your eyes...

My!

- I'm so sorry. I am so sorry.

- What an adventure.

All right. That's a head.

That's a man's head.

- There are so many people!

- I think I broke something.

Just keep coming forward.

That's a woman, sir.

- Sorry.

- All right.

Here's your table.

Now follow my voice to the chair.

- Follow my voice to the chair.

- Right here?

Where's my voice?

Your butt should go about here.

I know you can't see this,

but you've got a gentleman.

Let me help you with your jacket.

It's a struggle because

of your muscles. Jeez!

- Yeah.

- And here we are.

Are you smelling me?

OK. So, in just a few minutes,

your wine will be out.

If you need anything at all,

just raise your hand,

and one of our attendants

will assist you.

Remember, you can't see us,

but we can see you.

This is... This is kind of...

- Kind of cool.

- Creepy.

- It's awesome!

- I thought you had left.

Your wine is being poured

in front of you at 2 o'clock. Enjoy.

There you go.

I hope you didn't order

anything expensive.

She could have switched it

to a cheap bottle

and we'd have no way of knowing.

Still here.

And I would never do that, ever.

You going to be there

the whole meal, or...

No. I'm going to let the 2 of you

get to know each other

on a deeper level,

and I'm going to go touch

other people in the restaurant.

- OK, then. Thank you.

- Sure.

I think she's finally gone.

It's really dark.

I'll tell you this.

Even in the dark you're beautiful.

This is actually kind of nice.

This is the best I've felt since Rome.

Beth, it's me! Al Russo.

- I've been looking all over for you.

- Who's this?

- Your liverwurst nightmare, pal.

- No.

The feet...

Look who it is, principessa.

- Meatball!

- Sausage King!

Does anyone have... the time?

- God.

- Hey, my watch is missing.

Try being gorgeous,

and no one can see you.

- Who is that?

- Waiter?

Feel like I'm driving a Lamborghini

around with a car cover on.

Ordered an 8-pack? Please enjoy.

I had a great time, but I got to go!

"Great time?" We just got here!

Beth, wait. Beth...

- Ma'am!

- What the hell is going on?

People really drop

a lot of food in this place.

Are you dark dining and dashing?

I had her, and you blew it.

He make her disappear with magic.

Bring her back, warlock!

Taxi!

- Beth!

- Please, just let me go.

Do you mind telling me

what the hell just happened there?

- How many guys are you seeing?

- I'm not see...

You don't...

Those guys don't know me.

They're just under a... spell.

Beth! Beth, hi!

Why don't you leave me alone!

I don't know you!

Beth, it's me.

Your dentist. Dr. Moscowitz.

- Sorry, Dr. Moscowitz. Hi.

- Everything OK?

God, yeah.

- And I'm flossing twice a day.

- Good.

- I don't want to talk about it.

- Your dentist? Are you OK?

I just want to get out of here.

OK.

- Where do you want to go?

- I don't...

Where would you feel safe?

I used to come here with my parents

when I was a little girl.

I thought this place was magic.

And my father told me

that the roof was made of glass

so that God could see the paintings

from up in heaven.

I know.

Her name was Marie-Thrse Walter.

She was 17 when Picasso

fell in love with her.

Picasso was already married,

and 30 years her senior,

so they kept their affair a secret.

But he documented his passion

by hiding her initials

in some of his paintings.

Of course,

Picasso wasn't completely

ready to settle down,

and he left Marie-Therese for Dora Maar

just like he left his wife Olga

for Marie-Therese.

But Marie-Therese

never stopped loving Picasso.

And she hung herself after his death.

Hey...

You OK?

She just loved him so much,

and in the end,

he didn't really love her back.

It's just sad.

You know, it doesn't always

have to be that way.

Every time I've ever put myself

out there, I've gotten hurt.

Every time.

It's like I meet a guy,

and I think it's great.

And anyone else

would just be thinking about

how much greater it's going to get.

And I'm constantly waiting

for the other shoe to drop.

You know, lightning does strike

once in a while, Beth.

Trust me. I know.

I wish I could believe that.

You can.

No other shoes

are going to drop, Beth.

This is real.

I'm real.

- Damn it!

- It's OK.

- It's OK.

- One second.

What are you doing? Come on.

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