Love Circles (1985)

[bunniefuu]

(sensual music)

- I'd come to Paris in search
of a little relaxation.

I had a job in the south of France,

turning the tables at a local disco club.

After shopping around a while,

I ended up casing, guess what,

a popular Parisian disco

where I happened to have an old friend.

(upbeat dance music)

- Hi, what would you like to drink?

- Scotch.

- Okay.

- Oh, hey.

What's going down?

- Downtown, boy

- What the hell you doing here?

- Ah, de-stressing, two or three days.

- Oh, cool.

You might get re-stressed fast, buddy.

I know you, you old reprobate.

Later, baby.

(laughing)

(man speaking foreign language)

- [Man] Hey, come on.

(girls laughing)

- Incidents, young man, is
the mother of destiny, right?

- Long live destiny I say.

(slow sensual music)

Hi, I'm jack.

- I'm Suzy.

- I'm American.

- I am an earthling.

- I'm delighted.

- I'm glad.

(girls laughing)

(man speaking foreign language)

- Bingo, come on.

h*.

- See you around, Mac.

- Come on.

Let's blow this joint.

- Hey, where's my friend?

- He just left with Suzy.

- Oh, no.

You mean that?

- Yeah, and when he opens the package,

you can bet he's gonna find
a few surprises inside.

- Hey, are you sure?

- I'm positive.

- sh*t.

- [Suzy] My place?

- Okay, but I gotta get my bag, first.

- Hey, Jack.

Jack, come back.

Jack, Jack!

- So, what do you do?

- I make people dance, disco.

You know.

- [Suzy] Ah, jateime, a disc jockey.

Terrific.

- [Jack] I win again.

(laughing)

- Watch it.

Boy, you Americans are fast this year.

- A la la, what a drag,
there's no electricity.

Wait, I'll find something.

Right this way, follow me.

And don't bump into anything.

- Hey, your apartment's very big.

- I don't complain.

Watch it.

- Ow.

- Watch it.

- How come you didn't
wanna go to my hotel?

- Never.

I don't go with strangers to a hotel.

Besides, only hookers go to hotels.

- Hey, it seems pretty comfy here.

Does the juice often go off?

- There have been some workmen here

on and off recently.

They must have shut it off or something.

Does it bother you?

I find it exciting, don't you?

- Yeah, very.

You can tell how excited I am, can't you?

- Mm.

Not bad.

- Thanks.

- You naughty boy.

That is exciting.

And now we get a little ambiance going

for ourselves here.

- Okay, first I take off my clothes.

- Okay, while you're doing that, I set up.

(upbeat synth music)

- Wow.

(laughing)

Take it off.

(moaning and heavy breathing)

(banging)

- Shh.

- Who the hell is that?

- Somebody got into the wrong apartment.

- Wow, there sure are a lot
of people in your family.

Do they ever come in groups?

- Better stop.

(laughing)

(synth chiming)

- I woke in the morning to a big surprise.

I discovered I'd spent the
night in a furniture store

and I wasn't the only
person to be surprised.

The manager and his
staff made it very clear

I wasn't welcome.

What is this?

Hands off.

I've been thrown out of clubs,
bars, and lady's apartments,

never out of a furniture store,

but there's a first time for everything.

(all speaking foreign language)

Ah.

I was due back at work
and I had to get a plane

to the south of France.

(whistling)

Take me straight to Orly.

(speaking foreign language)

I'm flying to Nice.

- I'm sorry, monsieur,

but there are no flights at all.

There is a strike on.

(sighing)

- I'll have to take the train.

- Au revoir.

- You have no money?

You can not take a cab without paying.

- Hold on, okay.

Here, take the credit card.

- Who cares about credit cards.

I'm gonna smash you.

You pay in money, huh?

- Look, say, here, take my ring.

- I don't want that.

I want money.

- Don't push, just take my ring.

There, here.

Take it and leave me alone.

That's it now.

I only just managed to catch the train.

(whistle blowing)

I finally arrived at my destination,

the south of France.

(upbeat synth music)

Son of a b*tch.

- [Brigid] Hey, what is going on?

- Oh, I share the apartment.

My buddy must've given me the wrong key.

- [Brigid] Well, maybe he'll be back soon.

- No, he's gone to Marbella for a month.

- [Brigid] Say, ain't
you the DJ at Caron Tois?

- Ha, the one and only.

And the great and unique,
the marvelous, the wonderful,

the incredible Jack Rochester.

(laughing)

I drive crowds wild and
sometimes I have the same effect

on women.

Haven't I seen you somewhere?

- Oh, sometimes I go to your Caron Tois.

I like to dance there,
but I'm not a member.

- I didn't know you lived here.

- Well, I just moved in.

- Mmm.

Say, I'm real tired.

I'm really whiffed.

I've been to Paris.

I just got back by train.

Strikes, I didn't sleep a wink.

- You must be tired.

(laughing)

Want some coffee?

- You're an angel.

- Come on in, make yourself comfortable.

This is home.

Coffee's coming right up.

- Thank god.

- You're really tired, huh?

(sighing)

Why don't you put on
a record for a change.

(laughing)

- Funny.

Think nothing of it, my dear.

- [Brigid] I just love Paris.

What were you doing there?

(light jazz music)

- Just sightseeing.

- [Brigid] I spend absolute
days and days at the Louvre.

(sighing)

- Really?

- [Brigid] Yeah.

I was particularly turned
on by the Fragonard.

- Oh yeah?

I love Fragonard.

- [Brigid] I also recall a
superb galleys exhibition.

The galleys, the galleys were exquisite.

- Galleys?

Great galley.

- [Brigid] You know, I've
always wanted to be a member

of that club where you work?

- Oh, yeah?

Well, I could probably
fix that up for you.

Sure.

- Could you do that for me?

How could I ever repay you?

Careful, it's very hot.

Oh,

You asleep?

- No.

- I made you some toast and honey.

I hope you like it.

If you'll excuse me now,
I'll be back in a minute.

Then we can call the
locksmith if you like, okay?

- Okay.

(water running)

- [Brigid] You like my coffee?

- Yeah.

- [Brigid] I get it sent
directly from Columbia, you know?

Oh god, you know the dresses in Paris.

I can't believe the sweaters, they're--

Oh sh*t, I got soap in my eyes.

(wind blowing)

I won't be long.

(sighing)

Hey, you've had a little nap.

Now, want me to call the locksmith?

- Ah, have a cigarette?

- French?

- Ha, souvenir of a coincidence.

That's all.

- And could you really do something

about getting me a club card?

- [Jack] You can count on it.

(tiger roaring)

(percussive music)

This wasn't just a woman.

She was a tigress.

In my tired and confused imagination,

it seemed that everything
started to happen very fast.

(tiger roaring)

I'd never been chased like
this before in my life.

I'm normally a guy who
likes to set the pace,

but not this time.

But finally everything began to slow down

and just as I reached the
cl*max of the whole affair,

I fell asleep.

- And now I'm a real member of your club.

b*stard.

- [Jack] And that's how I met Brigid.

(upbeat synth music)

Brigid drove off to the Carlton hotel,

where she worked in the
Cartier jewelry boutique.

- Yes, sir?

- My bill, please.

- Certainly, sir.

(jazz music)

- [Brigid] Any messages for me?

- No messages, ma'am.

(speaking foreign language)

- Bye.

- Hello, Brigid.

- Your excellency, we'll have
your bill here in a moment.

- As a matter of fact, I changed my mind.

May I keep the suite for
an additional evening?

- It will be our pleasure.

Santos, the Count's keys please.

Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Talk about action.

(phone ringing)

Good morning, Cartier.

Yes.

A private showing?

But of course.

What specifically are you interested in?

I see.

And for who, may I ask?

Count Crespi, suite 44.

Yes, Count.

I won't be a moment.

These should impress any Count.

The necklace.

Maybe I should take along
a ring for good luck.

(laughing)

- [Woman] I'm sure you'll be safe, Brigid.

- [Brigid] This should keep me as safe

as these precious gems, I hope.

- That's right, for two

and don't forget the
champagne, well chilled.

- Oui, monsieur.

- No no no no, no.

That's it, that's it.

That's it, Graci.

(speaking foreign language)

(flamenco guitar music)

(door knocking)

(speaking foreign language)

Do come in.

Excuse me, I was just on the telephone.

Make yourself at home.

Yes, yes, your highness.

He is an unbeliever,

but he can build your
terminal for 14 million less.

Yes, indeed it is worth it.

(laughing)

My faith will make up for his.

As-Salaam-Alaikum.

Ciao.

Until tomorrow.

Sorry.

For my protection as
well as yours, senorita.

And for the pretty babies you're carrying.

- I quite agree.

- Please, take a load
off, as you Americans say.

I'll close the curtains just a little

and the light should then be just right

for showing off your attractions.

I'm Count Aldo Crespi of Simona.

- Brigid Anders, Cartier.

- I like it.

I hope you will join me
for a humble breakfast.

Smoked salmon, imported caviar,

and, of course, champagne.

I hope it is to your taste.

- An ideal choice for my waistline,

but isn't it a bit late for breakfast?

- On the contrary, my dear,
for me it's barely dawn.

- When did you get to bed?

- To be naughty?

I should say I go to bed every
time I meet a charming lady

like yourself,

but let's get down to business.

Show me your treasures.

Oh, yes, magnifico.

Extraordinary.

I get the sexual excitement for beauty.

Please, show me the rings first.

(door knocking)

Oh, sorry.

Come in, come in, come in.

Just leave it there.

Thanks.

- Monsieur.

- I'll serve the lady.

To us, my dear.

(sensual synth music)

Now, where we were?

- The rings, your excellency.

I have several cuts and sizes here.

Some of them are extraordinarily large.

The Brilliant, for example.

It's full two carats.

- That's a pretty bubble.

Let's keep it aside.

- This is the hard shape.

See how its facets catch the light?

- Such intuition.

You have brought precisely the items

I'm most interested in.

- You know gems extremely well.

- [Count] So many fine gems.

(laughing)

I'm given to feelings of amorous.

It's so much.

- Not so fast, Count.

You're not giving yourself
any time to compare,

now are you?

Please, Count, I can't keep up with you

and I'm missing two rings.

- Really?

Where could they possibly be?

Give me your hand.

Forgive me, my dear,

but your beauty eclipses
even your wonders of art.

- That's very generous, your excellency.

Now please, give me back my rings.

- Ah, he he.

(laughing)

(moaning)

- You always shop like this, Count Crespi?

- At Bloomingdales.

Your sales technique is extraordinary.

I'm Count Crespi, Aldo.

(speaking foreign language)

(moaning and screaming)

(slow synth music)

- [Brigid] Have you made your choice then?

- Yes, they're not ready.

I need more time to
consider my selection, okay?

- My card, your excellency.

Maybe we can arrange a subsequent showing.

Don't forget, dinner at eight.

- I'm happy to say I haven't
forgotten anything here.

Maybe we'll each have
better luck next time.

- [Count] But of course, my beauty.

(synth chimes)

I'm in a hurry.

I have a flight to Rome at six o'clock.

(group speaking foreign language)

- Banco, banco.

- But don't you think I
could try to play now?

- You got to know when to hold 'em

and when to fold 'em.

Cards.

(dealer speaking foreign language)

- Banco

- More cards.

(speaking foreign language)

- Cards.

(dealer speaking foreign language)

- No cards.

- And me.

- Banco.

No cards, thanks.

- No cards.

- Banco

Card.

- Cards.

(synth chiming)

- [Woman] Cards, monsieur, cards.

(dance-y synth music)

- Oh, you b*stard.

You've got a hell of a
nerve walking in like that.

What if Gino saw you?

He's Italian.

He's hot-blooded.

- [Count] So am I, my little--

(laughing)

- How many women have
you been with this week,

this night?

- [Count] They only make
me hunger for you more.

- This isn't free lust.

- [Count] I made my deposit.

(moaning)

(loud moaning)

- Did you win very much tonight?

- I had eyes for nobody but you.

(moaning)

- Then how are you going to pay me?

(moaning)

- You were not half bad tonight.

- Should've left you where I found you,

just a beach boy in Capri.

- Oh!

(laughing)

- Where did you disappear for so long?

- I was drowning my sorrows.

I don't like losing.

You should keep energy for
the thing you're best at, eh?

You know what they say.

Unlucky in cards, lucky in love, darling.

(jazz music)

- It's your husband's
cologne I smell on you.

- It's these foul cigarettes.

(synth chiming)

Now, my darling, can we
go away this weekend?

- How?

With what money?

- We both need a little
exercise, don't you agree?

Let's go skiing, okay?

- How?

- [Dagmar] Gino, wait for me.

Gino.

(sensual music)

- Is that phony Count going

to play us for the rest of our lives?

I won't have you sleeping
with your husband.

It's immoral.

It's immoral, I tell you.

- You sleep with your wife, don't you?

- Maybe I do, but I don't enjoy it.

Now, let me have another look
at that ring he gave you.

- I said it's a fake

- It's not.

(speaking foreign language)

That stone's not a fake.

I can tell the difference.

I can tell.

You must trust me.

Come on.

Dagmar, come on now.

If you're going to accept presents,

we can cash them at least.

At least, let's go and
have it valued, huh?

Now, come alone now.

(speaking foreign language)

- Pretend I'm your wife.

- But I don't enjoy it with my wife.

What do you mean by that?

It's not funny at all.

And don't try that on.

(moaning)

(moaning)

(moaning)

Look at that damn ring.

I can tell it's genuine.

It's not fake.

- Believe me, Gino.

(moaning)

No, don't.

Stop it, you're hurting me.

Don't.

- Then tell me the truth.

Where did you get this?

- All this fuss about a fake stone.

- I'm gonna break his neck

and then I'll break yours.

- It's a fake.

Take a close look.

It's perfectly obvious, Gino.

- Is it?

We can find out very easily.

We can go to an expert.

All right, you agree?

- Mm.

- Let's go.

- Have you any idea how
ridiculously you're behaving?

- We're going straight to a jeweler

to get an evaluation on it.

Let's see how your lies stand up

once we get an expert to look at it.

Then we'll get the truth.

- Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Mm.

- If you could only give
us just a rough idea

of its value.

- A friend gave it to me.

I'm sure it has no value.

- You agreed, darling.

You agreed to get a professional opinion.

This gentleman will have an
answer for us in a moment.

- Of course it's easy
to be fooled at first,

particularly with such
extraordinary craftsmanship.

I'm sorry, but the ring is worthless,

except as a very good imitation.

- How much would you say it's worth?

- How much?

- Several thousand lira perhaps

if you like costume jewelry, that is.

- There you are.

Do you believe me now?

- May I show the senor something
more suitable for the lady?

- Ha ha, sure, ha.

Why not?

It'll have to be some other time, though.

Thanks very much and good day, sir.

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Always at your disposal
for further appraisal.

- Good day, good day.

- I left my bag here.

- I'll give you $6,000 right now.

- We can't settle it now,

but perhaps we can meet again

to talk about the price.

- [Gino] Right now, Dagmar.

Come on, please.

(windchimes chiming)

(gasping and heavy breathing)

- Are you comfortable?

- [Man] Yes, thank you.

- That's good.

Please fasten your seat belt..

- Okay.

- You should have seen
their faces, Giorgio.

Every time, banco banco banco banco.

I needed an armed guard
to guard my winnings home.

- Is that why I had to pay
your taxi to the airport, huh?

- The true medici travels without lira.

- I notice you're not traveling

without your little lotus blossom, huh?

- Rank has its privileges.

- Hello, I'm Yo Yo, fly me.

No hijackers.

No claustrophobics.

You'll have a smooth flight.

Hello, Giorgio.

You'll have your kosher meal in an hour.

- Would you mind taking
a look in the rear cabin?

There's some turbulence on the chart.

- [Giorgio] Okay.

- I want to be sure the
stabilizers are in tune.

- [Giorgio] Understood.

- I told you I'd get you to Hong Kong.

- I really am worried about my sister.

It's got me all tense.

- Here, let me help you.

- Gino's at it again.

- Are you wearing a Mae
West or is that all you?

- I'm so grateful to you for
getting me on this flight.

- I even remembered to bring
you these horrible cigarettes.

(synth chiming)

- What?

Clove, I love clove.

- Ah, yes.

Is everything okay back there.

I mean, do we have a few moments please?

- We can put it on automatic.

Oh, captain, my captain.

- My crew, oh my crew.

(laughing)

(laughing)

Oh, come here.

(moaning)

(button clicking)

(moaning over intercom)

- What's going on?

(laughing)

- [Yo Yo] Is that the joystick?

- It's all right, sir.

Don't worry.

A bit of turbulence.

Sorry.

Could the captain inform
us to when this turbulence

is going to be over?

(laughing)

- Shall we fly united?

- Captain, captain?

(wind whooshing loudly)

The passengers are somewhat disturbed.

How much longer will this boning last?

Captain, Captain?

- Captain, watch the stick.

(laughing)

- What are they doing there?

(moaning and laughing)

- [Gino] Keep your flaps down.

(moaning)

(laughing)

This is what I call flying
by the seat of your pants.

- Where are my pants?

- [Gino] I've got them right here.

- I like it.

- Fantastic.

- Oh, captain.

- [Man On Radio] Give
us your position please.

I repeat, give us your position.

- [Gino] The missionary position.

- [Man On Radio] Hong
Kong to Captain Gino.

You're on the flight path.

Everything okay.

Go to runway 311 and straight to gate 17.

(tires screeching)

(light synth music)

- Hello.

- [Yo Yo] Hello.

(speaking foreign language)

- Take me to my sister's home.

Thank you.

- You haven't changed at all.

(dog barking)

- What's the matter?

Why so unhappy?

- A few days ago something
dreadful happened to me.

(thunder crashing)

I was going shopping
for a birthday present

for my husband and I took the tram.

I noticed a man was staring at me.

He took a photo of me.

I could not think why.

I got off the tram and
tried to shake him off,

but he followed me.

There was nothing I could do.

- I'd like to ask you some
question about your husband.

(gasping)

Hey, wait.

(car horn honking)

(gasping)

- Who are you?

What do you want, money?

- Do I look like a thief?

I'm a journalist.

I wanna ask you some
questions about your husband.

We met before.

Don't you remember, at a press reception?

- No, I've forgotten.

Anyway, I have nothing to
tell you about my husband.

- Well, I have something to tell you.

- What?

- About his money.

Do you know where he gets all his money?

- Business.

He has his own--

- Business?

- [Ko Ko] Yes.

- Business, being drugs.

- Look, he's the largest drug
dealer in Southeast Asia.

You don't know that?

- No.

- Okay, this story's being published soon,

but I wanna talk to you,
see how you feel about it.

- This is the truth.

You mustn't do this.

What do you want from me?

- What do I want from you?

- Yes.

I hurried away hoping I
wouldn't hear from him again.

- Aw, poor Ko Ko.

We're so different.

Now, if it was my problem.

It wouldn't bother me at all.

This journalist, what's his name?

Blake?

He sounds quite good-looking.

- I think he would k*ll
the story about my husband

if I sleep with him tonight,

but if I were to do so
and my husband found out,

I would k*ll myself.

- Have you made plans to see him?

- We have a rendezvous tonight.

He wants me to go with
him to some secret place

where we will make love.

- Keep the rendezvous.

I will follow you and without him knowing,

take your place.

- But if he finds out.

- [Yo Yo] He need never know.

- But in bed, maybe he
will see the butterfly.

- The butterfly?

- Don't you remember?

When we were at school together,

for some stupid bet,
we were both tattooed.

- Of course I remember.

Your butterfly's on the right,

mine is on the left.

Leave it to me.

Tonight, we will give
him more to think about

than butterflies.

(light synth music)

- Well, I asked for an
air-conditioned room.

From the smell of it, it's
very well conditioned indeed.

I'm starting to feel high already.

Maybe you'd like to make
yourself more comfortable.

- Please, just a moment.

- There you go.

Ahhh.

Yeah, ahhh.

That's right.

(laughing)

Ohhh.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be
rude by staring at you.

I've had some experiences, very
confusing situations lately.

- Oh, really.

- Yeah.

You mind if I sit here?

- Sure, go ahead.

- Thanks.

- I don't mind.

- So, you headed back to the states?

- Oh, yes, I was on
location here in Hong Kong.

I was working on a film.

- Really?

Well, I'm Blake Roseton.

- Hello, Blake.

Jill St. George.

- Hi, Jill.

- Hi, Blake.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Let's go get our bags.

- All right.

(announcer speaking foreign language)

- Hey, well, I think we make

pretty good traveling companions,

what do you think?

- I think we do.

(laughing)

- You know that was the
shortest foreign plane trip

I ever made.

- I had a ball.

- Yeah, so did I.

Where are you staying in Los Angeles.

- Oh, the place isn't really mine.

It belongs to a friend.

- Uh huh.

- He's filthy rich.

- How rich

and how filthy?

(laughing)

- He's very rich.

He's very filthy.

But he's out of town.

- Well, I have a room at
The Beverly Hills Hotel,

but do I detect an invitation.

- George has your bags in the car.

- George?

Who's George?

- He's the chauffer.

- Oh.

- He's very discreet.

- Hi, George.

- Ma'am.

- Hello, George.

- [George] Sir.

- [Jill] Thank you.

- First time we've been alone, ain't it?

- Uh huh.

- Are you sure George is discreet?

- His lips are sealed.

- Glad yours aren't sealed.

I wish George were
concentrating on the scenery.

- I think he is.

George.

Your hands are cold.

- The rest of me is
warming up very nicely.

(sensual music)

- Faster, faster.

(tires squealing)

- Are we almost there?

- I think so.

- Hello, love.

- Hello.

- There you go.

That's for you.

- Thank you.

- And that's for me.

Ah, we're doing pretty
well on this, aren't we?

- I think we are.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

- To us.

- I'll drink to that.

- Cheers.

I'm really glad we met.

- So am I.

You know, this is a great
setup you've got here.

- I like it.

- What are those?

- What these?

They're funny little things I take.

- They're strange.

- They're supposed to be
good, but they're herbal.

(synth chiming)

I got 'em in Hong Kong
from a girl I met there.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, excuse me.

(light jazz music)

- Blake, Blake, I've got the best news.

- [Blake] What?

- My agent just called.

I get to go to New York tomorrow

to audition for a Broadway play.

- [Blake] Congratulations.

- The lead.

- Terrific.

I suppose you'll have to
sleep with the producer.

- Probably.

Yeah, and the director

and the stage manager,

the publicist

and all the electricians.

But you know, it might
help my career a little

if I get close with you.

- That's something I never thought of.

That's an excellent idea.

(laughing)

You little sh*t.

(sensual music)

- Hi.

(upbeat synth music)

Um, would you drive me up here
for a moment and wait for me?

- Yes, ma'am.

- I was early for my audition,

so I decided to do a
little window shopping.

It had to be that, 'cause I had no money.

Then I couldn't find the
limousine and I got worried.

Taxi.

Just as I was trying to call a cab,

the chauffeur arrived and
took me to my appointment.

Oh, there you are.

(doorbell ringing)

- Hi.

- [Jill] Mr. Michael Manning?

- Yes, it's me.

Please come in.

- I'm sorry if I'm a little late.

- That's all right.

- My agent said you might
have another appointment.

- You must be, uh--

- Jill St. George.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Come on in the salon.

Is it cold outside?

- Yes.

- Come on in and get warm.

Sit down, make yourself at home.

- [Jill] Thank you.

- Would you like a drink.

- [Jill] No thank you.

Not right now.

- Uh, Jane--

- [Jill] Jill.

- I'm sorry, excuse me, of course.

Do you know anything about the role?

- [Jill] Well, actually, not very much,

but my agent did mention
something about nudity.

- [Michael] Oh, yes.

Would that be a problem?

- Well, I have done
nude photography before,

but it was in very good
taste and very artistic.

- Natural mojo.

- But doing it on stage, in
front of a live audience,

in the flesh, naked.

- Naked as a jay bird, I'd say.

(laughing)

- Do you want me to undress?

- Yes.

(sensual music)

Okay.

Beautiful.

Turn.

A little bit more now.

Turn a little bit more for me please.

Joila.

Superb.

Beautiful.

That's it.

Your profile.

Beautiful like that.

Move a little bit to the right.

Beautiful, superb.

Wonderful.

Now sit down.

Sit down in the chair right next to you.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Okay.

Take the glass.

Take the glass, drink it.

Take the glass a little bit more sensual.

(speaking foreign language)

Okay, Bravo.

(speaking foreign language)

Stand up and being a little
bit more erotic, okay?

Move 'round.

- And the action?

- Oh, that's, that's, yeah that's nice.

I'll tell you what.

- [Jill] Yes.

- Listen, I'll be the
director of the play, okay,

you're the actress.

- All right.

- And we'll re-enact a scene.

How's that sound?

- Okay.

- [Michael] Now, that's right.

You just sit right over there, okay.

Okay.

So, listen, the whole
sense of the scenario

is that you're trying
to seduce me, all right?

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hello, she's coming upstairs now?

Jesus Christ.

- Was that your next appointment?

- I'm afraid so.

- Okay, well, why don't I
just go on into the bedroom.

- Okay, hey listen.

Why don't we get together
for dinner tonight, huh?

- Oh, that would be terrific.

I'd love to.

- Okay, yeah.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Good wine, good food,
and excellent company.

(sensual music)

I just love your hair like that.

- Thank you.

- That reminds me,

I was completely broke, so I
had to charge it to your room.

I hope you don't mind.

- That's deductible anyway.

- Oh.

- But what I'd really like
is to have another rehearsal.

- [Jill] You can't be talking

about another un-dress rehearsal.

- I just can't wait for opening night.

You know, you're really
not right for that role.

- What?

- The author wanted to
some 40-year-old redhead.

- Oh, can't the author do a rewrite?

- But he's in Paris.

What do you want me to do,

take the concord and fly to Paris?

- Yes, I mean, go to Paris,
talk to him, convince him.

- Yeah, just like that.

- I convinced you or didn't I?

(moaning)

- Wow, lady, you got a deal.

- Really?

Well, in that case, how
about a salary advance?

- Let's sign the contract now.

- Ah.

(laughing)

(dance-y synth music)

- Obviously you have no intention

of taking my script seriously.

- No, listen to me.

The girl's great, got a lot of talent.

I wouldn't use her otherwise.

- That kind of talent
you buy for 500 francs.

- Listen, play your cards right

and I'll see if I can
arrange some action for you.

- Ah, what I admired of you Mike

is your dedication to art.

You never let a thing
like sex influence you.

Just take it easy.

Stay off women just for 10 minutes.

- You with anybody?

- Can you light me, sailor?

- Oh, sure, honey.

- Your accent kills me.

You're from New York.

- Can I buy you a drink, huh?

- A Manhattan in honor of your city.

- A Manhattan for the lady
and I'll have a Parisian.

I'll have a Parisian in honor of yours.

Did you get that?

A Manhattan and a Parisian.

- There.

- Thanks.

- Good.

- I adore you Americans.

You're so much more
gentlemanly than Frenchmen.

- To Americans.

- To chance encounters.

- I think your friend needs help.

- I love this beat.

Excuse me just a minute, will you?

Hey, Michael.

Hello, darling.

Surely you can't be leaving so soon.

- Yep.

- Excuse me.

I can't you're still smoking
these disgusting things.

- The guy's an addict.

- They make your kisses taste like heifer.

- Cut it out.

What the hell?

- The second he sets foot in Paris,

he feels this great urge
to show he's mister macho.

- You're not together, are you?

- Wasting a lovely girl's time like this.

- You've lost your g*dd*mn mind.

- Keep away from her.

Now stop this ridiculous play acting.

- Is he play acting?

- Throw those disgusting things away.

Nobody should smoke this
foreign legion sh*t,

but if anyone does, it
should be a French girl.

- Is he telling the truth about you?

- Well, yes, I'm sorry to say he is.

Please try to forgive me.

I'm very sorry.

Pardon moi.

- But, that's my pack.

I wrote that.

Who was it?

Jack?

Jack.

Jack sent them.

(laughing)

(dance-y synth music)