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by Woody Allen


  SAM

  If you know everything you don't need me to tell you anything. Get your foot off those papers—get it off—

  (forces it off)

  Get it off!

  PHYLLIS

  Ouch—you bastard!

  SAM

  I gave you a chance to talk things out—I poured my guts out to you today—and where'd it get me?

  PHYLLIS

  I trusted you. How am I supposed to know that underneath you're seething with discontent? If only you had been honest instead of letting your gripes fester and taking up with my friends.

  HOWARD

  (rising pugnaciously)

  I'm angry at you, Sam—you made me a cuckold—

  SAM

  (pushes him down)

  Sit down, Howard. We can talk later. I said I apologize.

  PHYLLIS

  I know you slept with Edith and Helene—what about Polly?

  SAM

  You're cuckoo. I'm so glad to be out of this.

  PHYLLIS

  You're not out yet, sugar.

  SAM

  As soon as I get this mess together, I'm history.

  HOWARD

  She knows about the brunette at “21”—with the bangs and the full lips.

  SAM

  Howard, I'm sorry about me and Carol—I honestly didn't think you'd ever find out.

  PHYLLIS

  (turning on Sam)

  What about my sister?

  SAM

  What?

  PHYLLIS

  What about Susan?

  SAM

  What about Susan?

  PHYLLIS

  Did you sleep with her too?

  SAM

  You're hallucinating.

  PHYLLIS

  HAL lucinating. That's the word you used to deny Carol when I found the Filofax.

  SAM

  Because it was absurd.

  PHYLLIS

  How absurd can it be? If you were sleeping with Carol, why not Susan? Now it all comes back to me. I used to notice you stare at her—and she always went to watch you play softball in East Hampton.

  HOWARD

  What kind of woman are you, Phyllis, that all these seemingly close people willingly betray you?

  PHYLLIS

  (stopped by this, regains poise)

  You need shock treatment, Howard. Why don't you wet your finger and put it in the socket.

  SAM

  I'm gathering my papers and I'm out of here. Out—out—for good—forever.

  PHYLLIS

  (goes to phone)

  I'm calling Susan—

  SAM

  Put that down!

  (He takes it from her, hangs up.)

  PHYLLIS

  Look at the nostrils flare. He's scared.

  SAM

  Scared of what? I'm finished in your life.

  PHYLLIS

  (taking phone again)

  Hey, lover, a girl can phone her sister, can't she?

  SAM

  You insist on making a fool of yourself.

  PHYLLIS

  (dials)

  My first husband appreciated women too, but he didn't act out—may he rest in peace—or Secaucus or wherever the hell he's living—

  (on phone)

  Hello, Donald, put Susan on—

  SAM

  I can't believe she can still rattle me—

  (He pours himself a drink.)

  HOWARD

  She's a ballbuster—but you did some evil things, Sam.

  SAM

  I did zero.

  PHYLLIS

  (on phone)

  Susan—did you have an affair with Sam? I'm asking you if you had an affair with Sam? … When you stayed here … Well, I don't buy it, Susan! …I say you did—I say that was your way of getting even with me …

  HOWARD

  Even for what? Did you sleep with Susan's husband?

  PHYLLIS

  (to Howard)

  Of course I didn't sleep with Susan's husband.

  (on phone)

  What?—No, I didn't sleep with Donald! Would I sleep with a Hasidic jeweler? But you did with Sam! Because you're a gypsy—a lost soul—and it was my generosity that kept you afloat and you resented me and this is how you repay me!

  (She hangs up angrily.)

  SAM

  Bravo—now you've made yourself an ass in her eyes because, baby doll—

  PHYLLIS

  Don't call me baby doll—

  SAM

  Because, Godzilla, I never laid a finger on Susan.

  HOWARD

  Who was that brunette at “21.”

  SAM

  Howard, why don't you get some rest?

  (Enter Carol, surprised to see Sam.)

  CAROL

  Sam.

  SAM

  Hello, Carol.

  CAROL

  Phyllis and Howard know everything. It's been quite a night.

  HOWARD

  It's like a boil was lanced and all the pus is coming out.

  CAROL

  Can we go, Sam? I need an hour to pack at home.

  SAM

  Go where?

  CAROL

  To our apartment, to Amagansett, if you want, straight to London—I just don't care anymore.

  SAM

  I don't understand—where are we going?

  CAROL

  Out of here—look, we all clearly need new lives—not just Sam and me—but Howard and Phyllis—let's try and look at tonight as a beginning—we don't have to give in to our bleakest thoughts. I know—it sounds easy for me to say because Sam and I have each other—but we can be civilized and help one another get through this.

  SAM

  Just a minute—we're not going away—

  CAROL

  Well, you mentioned London—I mean, away is just out of here.

  SAM

  Carol, I think you misunderstood.

  CAROL

  What?

  SAM

  I met someone and I'm in love.

  CAROL

  What do you mean?

  SAM

  I met a woman and I'm in love.

  CAROL

  I don't understand—you're in love with me.

  SAM

  No—we had a fling but—we never were in love.

  CAROL

  I am.

  SAM

  Oh, but—I never—you thought I was leaving Phyllis for you?

  CAROL

  Sam—

  PHYLLIS

  Sometimes there's God so quickly.

  SAM

  Carol—I was crystal clear on that point—at least I thought I was.

  CAROL

  (staggering)

  Legs—legs—going to faint—the room is spinning—

  HOWARD

  Get some smelling salts.

  (laughing)

  Ha, ha, ha …

  PHYLLIS

  (to Carol)

  Honey, what were you thinking?

  CAROL

  Sam—Sam—all those afternoons—we talked—

  SAM

  But that was the whole point—we were both just having a fling.

  CAROL

  That's how it started—

  SAM

  And it never changed.

  CAROL

  Of course it did.

  SAM

  Of course it didn't.

  HOWARD

  (amused by it all)

  This is truly comical.

  CAROL

  But all the talk about the future—and London—

  SAM

  But that was just speculating—there was no actual plan—

  CAROL

  There was—

  SAM

  There couldn't have been—we never had that kind of a relationship.

  CAROL

  Of course we did—

  SAM

  We were never in love—at least I wasn't.

  CAROL

&nbs
p; You told me you were—

  SAM

  Of course not—you're dreaming—

  CAROL

  “I've got to end my marriage—I'm suffocating—I'm drowning—the time with you is the only thing that keeps me alive—”

  SAM

  In the context of illicit sex—I told you the ground rules from day one.

  CAROL

  Yes—but—it—it—seemed to change—to deepen—you asked me if I could be happy in London?

  SAM

  Carol, you're reading into it—

  CAROL

  (total realization)

  You bastard—you used me.

  PHYLLIS

  (annoyed)

  How was I suffocating you? Why were you drowning? Huh? You clown.

  HOWARD

  (getting jollier)

  He's a clown—this is a circus and he's a clown—and we're all freaks.

  CAROL

  You lied to me—you lied to me—

  PHYLLIS

  You got what you deserved, you crypto-hooker.

  CAROL

  “I want to be with you, Carol—with you I'm happy—with you I know my only real moments—rescue me from that selfcentered storm trooper who's crushed my hopes—”

  PHYLLIS

  A Nazi? Did you tell her I was a Nazi?

  SAM

  (innocently)

  I never said you were an actual party member.

  CAROL

  I don't believe this! You can't make love like that without feeling love.

  PHYLLIS

  A stiff prick knows no conscience.

  CAROL

  (shattered)

  This was real—this was true …

  SAM

  (turning on Carol)

  Don't hold me responsible for your wishful thinking! I was aboveboard down the line.

  CAROL

  No—

  PHYLLIS

  A woman with a tenuous grasp of reality …

  CAROL

  You're the one with no grasp of reality. Deluded into thinking you had your marriage under control while he's off with everybody.

  SAM

  That's enough, Carol.

  CAROL

  In your own bed with Nancy Rice.

  PHYLLIS

  Nancy Rice is on the ethics committee!

  SAM

  (to Carol)

  What good does it do to provoke?

  PHYLLIS

  Nancy Rice is chairwoman of the ethics committee at the hospital—her specialty is moral choice.

  SAM

  Yes, I had a quick moment with Nancy Rice when you were in Denver, but she instigated it. And you and I had no more sex life to speak of.

  PHYLLIS

  Now I know why we didn't—a man cannot ejaculate every day in double figures.

  SAM

  That's not the reason!

  PHYLLIS

  No? What's the reason?

  SAM

  What's the reason? What are we yelling for?

  PHYLLIS

  What's the reason our lovemaking disappeared like vapor?

  SAM

  You want to know the reason?

  PHYLLIS

  Yes—yes—the reason. Tell me the goddamn reason.

  SAM

  The spontaneity went out of it.

  PHYLLIS

  You think you're talking to a retard? I'm not her.

  (Meaning Carol.)

  HOWARD

  One thing Carol is not, is retarded. She has a learning disability, but that's different.

  CAROL

  Will you shut up, Howard.

  HOWARD

  Hey—back off—I was explaining why you might seem retarded but aren't.

  CAROL

  He turned off you because you don't care enough to please a man sexually. Am I lying, Sam? Did you not use the term “nude catatonic”?

  SAM

  Mind your business.

  HOWARD

  I think the problem is Phyllis can be castrating.

  SAM

  Will you get back in the woodwork.

  HOWARD

  You told me as much, Sam. When you get drunk over lunch you babble—where did the time go? What happened to all my promises? Should I feel like Mr. Phyllis Riggs?

  PHYLLIS

  What madness is this? I'm penalized by everyone because I'm a success? My sister, my friends, my husband—

  HOWARD

  People never hate you for your weaknesses—they hate you for your strengths.

  CAROL

  Sam, you led me on—you said you loved me.

  SAM

  Never—never—

  CAROL

  Yes—

  SAM

  I was careful never to use that word.

  PHYLLIS

  Never fuck a lawyer, they get you on the terminology.

  HOWARD

  Can we put on some music?

  CAROL

  Chrrrist! That's always the start of an uphill swing.

  HOWARD

  I can beat Sam in racquetball.

  SAM

  Sure you can, Howard.

  HOWARD

  (putting on music)

  It drives him crazy—he's muscular but not coordinated!

  SAM

  Uh-huh.

  CAROL

  Sam, I had everything planned—you were going to leave Phyllis.

  HOWARD

  He did, Carol, aren't you paying attention?

  CAROL

  Shut up, you manic psychotic!

  HOWARD

  Everyone's so down—

  (He turns up the music.)

  CAROL

  Turn that off!

  HOWARD

  What?

  CAROL

  Turn it off! Off! Stop!

  (Sam turns off the music.)

  howard What's gotten into everybody—you'd think there was a funeral.

  SAM

  Howard, calm down.

  HOWARD

  Everyone's so cranky—probably 'cause you're hungry—why don't I whip up something?

  CAROL

  Idiot!

  HOWARD

  What?

  CAROL

  Idiot! Fool!

  HOWARD

  Baba ghanoush! It's perfect!

  (Howard exits SR into kitchen.)

  CAROL

  I cared for you, Sam—I loved you—do love you—

  SAM

  I didn't mean to lead you on—I tried to be careful—I'm not out to hurt anybody.

  (The doorbell rings—Carol, nearest to the door, opens it, admitting a very young, beautiful, sexy woman named Juliet Powell.)

  JULIET

  (to Sam)

  I was waiting downstairs and I got worried—I know you almost had your head bashed in before and I—when you didn't come down—

  PHYLLIS

  No—no—no.

  CAROL

  Is this her?

  JULIET

  I debated coming up but you said five minutes—

  SAM

  This is her—she—Juliet Powell—Carol—Phyllis—well, Dr. Riggs needs no introduction—

  PHYLLIS

  No introduction. Just drive me to Bellevue and check me in.

  CAROL

  You know each other?

  SAM

  Look—let's lay this all on the line and try to wrap it up with no bullshit. Juliet is—was—a patient of Phyllis's, OK?

  PHYLLIS

  When did you—?

  SAM

  (to Carol)

  Once a long time ago I happened to notice her in the waiting room—I have my own private access, but every once in a blue moon I glimpse one of Phyllis's wounded either coming or going, in tears or just sitting reading Town and Country. And I remember thinking, My God—what a lovely creature— so young and fresh—what problems can she possibly have at her age? And then, as fate would have it, several weeks ago I left the apartment at the same time Julie
t emerged from the elevator to enter for her session—and I spoke to her—just hello—but knowing she'd be coming down in fifty minutes— I bought a paper and sat on the park bench across the street and sure enough—fifty-two minutes later on the dot she emerged and I said hello again—what a surprise—and now I'm going to marry her.

  PHYLLIS

  (to Juliet)

  And I'm going to stop being a shrink and join the Hemlock Society.

  JULIET

  (ingenuously)

  That's why I quit treatment. I didn't think it was realistic to continue my analysis with you while I was …

  PHYLLIS

  Fucking my husband? Thank you, Miss Teenage America.

  CAROL

  Sam, she could be your daughter.

  SAM

  But she's not. She's the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Morton Powell who I don't know from a hole in the wall. Unless you read The Wall Street Journal.

  CAROL

  But what can you possibly have in common?

  SAM

  You'd be surprised. This is a charming, educated, twenty-fiveyear-old—

  JULIET

  Twenty-one—

  SAM

  Well, soon to be twenty-five—four years goes like that—

  CAROL

  What is it that you do, Miss Powell?

  JULIET

  Do?

  CAROL

  Your—line of work …

  JULIET

  Film editor. I mean, I will be when I graduate.

  CAROL

  Will you be going to the prom?

  JULIET

  I should have graduated already, but I took a year's hiatus.

  PHYLLIS

  Miss Powell has had some severe emotional problems.

  JULIET

  Yes, well—

  PHYLLIS

  She came to me a year ago—introverted, confused, anorexic— petrified of men. My goal was to liberate her so she could emerge as a woman and function.

  JULIET

  Yes and you did it.

  PHYLLIS

  Yes, I noticed.

  JULIET

  It's terrible because I hate to lose you as an analyst. On the other hand, you always tried to guide me to act in my own best interests.

  PHYLLIS

  And you think my fifty-year-old husband is in your best interests?

  JULIET

  Well, at first I did have some uncomfortable dreams—the spider dream again—only this time,you were the black widow, my mother was the scorpion, and—Carol was the tarantula.

  CAROL

  You didn't even know me.

  JULIET

  Sam told me about you and the way he described you—

  CAROL

  A tarantula—

  JULIET

  My unconscious formed the spider image from hairy and grasping.

  CAROL

  Hairy and grasping?

  JULIET

  But in answer to your question—yes—I had reservations—but Sam described a long-dead marriage and I didn't seem to be coming between anybody—I mean he was already sleeping with Carol and Mrs. Bucksbaum.

  PHYLLIS

  Who?

  JULIET

  Mrs. Bucksbaum? The lady on two?

  PHYLLIS

 

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