CLOSER [2004]

If You Believe In Love At First Sight, 

You Never Stop Looking

 Dan: You've never left somebody you still love?

Alice: No.

Anna: Is your heroine based on someone you know?

Dan: Yes, she's someone called Alice.

Anna: How does she feel about you stealing her life?

Dan: Borrowing her life.

I'm dedicating the book to her. She's pleased.

 Dan: She's too young.

She works in a cafe near here. She's coming to meet me.

Anna: Why are you wasting her time?

Dan: You're judgmental.

Anna: You're devious.

Dan: I'm not wasting her time.

She's completely lovable, and completely unleavable.

Anna: And you don't want someone else getting their dirty hands on her.

Men are crap.

Dan: But all the same...

Anna: ... they're still crap.

Larry: But why would he pretend to be you?

Anna: I think he likes me.

Larry: Funny way of showing it.

Can't he send you flowers?

Alice: I'm waiting for you.

Dan: To do what?

Alice: Leave me.

Dan: I'm not gonna leave you. I totally love you.

Why won't you let me love you?

~Alice

 It's a lie.

It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, 

and all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful

because that's what they want to see.

But the people in the photos are sad and alone.

But the pictures make the world seem beautiful

so the exhibition's reassuring, which makes it a lie.

And everyone loves a big, fat lie.

~Alice

Dan: Look at me. Tell me you're not in love with me.

Anna: I'm not in love with you.

Larry: I had a chat with young Alice.

Anna: Fancy her?

Larry: Of course, not as much as you.

Anna: Why not?
Larry: You're a woman, she's a girl.

She has the moronic beauty of youth, but she's sly.

Anna: She seems open to me.

Larry: Yeah, that's how she wants to seem.

You forget you're dealing with a clinical observer of the human carnival.

Anna: Am I, now?

Larry: Oh, yeah.

Anna: You seem more like the cat that got the cream. Stop licking yourself.

Larry: That's the nastiest thing you've ever said to me.

Dan: I'm sorry.

Alice: Irrelevant. What are you sorry for?

Dan: Everything.

Alice: Why didn't you tell me before?

Dan: Cowardice.

Alice: Is it because she's successful?

Dan: No. It's because she doesn't need me.

Alice: Did you bring her here?

Dan: Yes.

Alice: Didn't she get married?

Dan: She stopped seeing me.

Alice: Is that when we went to the country? To celebrate our 3rd anniversary?

[Dan nod]

Did you phone her? Beg her to come back?

When you went for your long, lonely walks?

Dan: Yes.

Alice: You're a piece of shit!

Dan: Deception is brutal.

I'm not pretending otherwise.

Alice: How? How does it work? How do you do this to someone?

[Dan shrug]

Not good enough!

Dan: I fell in love with her, Alice.

Alice: Oh, as if you had no choice?

There's a moment. There's always a moment.

"I can do this, I can give in to this, or I can resist it."

And I don't know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one.

I'm going.

Dan, holds the door: It's not safe out there.

Alice: Oh, and it's safe in here?

Dan: What about your things?

Alice: I don't need things.

Dan: Where will you go?

Alice: Disappear.

Alice: Dan, can I still see you?

Dan: I can't see you. If I see you, I'll never leave you.

Alice: What will you do if I find someone else?

Dan: Be jealous.

Alice: You still fancy me.

Dan: Of course.

Alice: You're lying. I've been you.

[start sobbing] Will you hold me?

[Dan hugs her] I amuse you, but I bore you.

Dan: No, no...

Alice: You did love me?

Dan: I'll always love you. I hate hurting you.

Alice: Then why are you?

Dan: Cause I'm selfish.

And I think I'll be happier with her.

Alice: You won't. You'll miss me.

No one will ever love you as much as I do.

Why isn't love enough?

I'm the one who leaves. I'm supposed to leave you. I'm the one who leaves.

Larry: Are you leaving me, because of this?

Anna: Dan.

Larry: Cupid? He's our joke.

Anna: I love him.

Larry: You're seeing him now?

Since when?

Anna: Since my opening last year.

I'm disgusting.

Larry: You're phenomenal. You're so clever.

Why did you marry me?

Anna: I stopped seeing him. I wanted us to work.

Larry: Why did you tell me you wanted children?

Anna: Because I did.

Larry: And now you want children with him?

Anna: Yes. I don't know.

Larry: But, we're happy... aren't we?

You're gonna go and live with him?

Anna: You stay here if you want.

Larry: Oh, look, I don't give a fuck about the spoils.

You did this to me the day that we met.

You let me hang myself for your amusement.

Why didn't you just tell me the second I walked through the door?

Anna: I was scared.

Larry: You're coward, you spoilt bitch.

Are you dressed cause you thought I might hit you?

What do you think I am?

Anna: I've been hit before.

Larry: Not by me.

Is he a good fuck?

Anna: Don't do this.

Larry: Just answer the question. Is he good?

Anna: Yes.

Larry: Better than me?

Anna: Different.

Larry: Better?

Anna: Gentler.

Larry: What does that mean?

Anna: You know what it means.

Larry: Tell me. I treat you like a whore?

Anna: Sometimes.

Larry: Why would that be?

Anna: I'm sorry, you're...

Larry: Don't say it!

Don't you fucking say, "You're too good for me."

I am, but don't say it.

You're making the mistake of your life.

You're leaving me because you believe that you don't deserve happiness, but you do, Anna.

Larry: Come home with me. It's safe. Let me look after you.

Alice: I don't need looking after.

Larry: Everyone needs looking after.

Alice: I'm not your revenge fuck.

Larry: I'll pay you.

Alice: I don't need your money.

Larry: Alice, tell me something true.

Alice: Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off, 

but it's better if you do.

Larry: You're cold. You're all cold at heart.

I'll sign on one condition.

We skip this.

We go to my sleek new surgery and we christen the patients' bed with our final fuck.

I know you don't want to, and I know you think I'm sick for asking, but that's what I'm asking.

For old times' sake.

Because I'm obsessed with you.

Because I can't get over you unless...

Because I think, on some small level, you owe me something for deceiving me so exquisitely.

For all these reasons, I am begging you to give me your body.

You'd be my whore.

And in return, I will pay you with your liberty.

You do this, I swear I will not contact you again.

~Larry

Dan: What do you expect me to do?

Anna: Understand.

Dan: Why didn't you lie to me?

Anna: Because we said we'd always tell each other the truth.

Dan: What's so great about the truth?

Try lying for a change. It's the currency of the world.

Dan: I want Anna back.

Larry: She's made her choice.

Dan: I owe you an apology. I fell in love with her.

My intention was not to make you suffer.

Larry: So where's the apology, you cunt?

Dan: I apologize.

If you love her, you'll let her go so she can be happy.

Larry: She doesn't want to be happy.

Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.

Larry: Depressives don't.

They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed.

If they were happy, they couldn't be depressed any more.

They'd have to go out into the world and live, which can be depressing.

Dan: Anna's not a depressive.

Larry: Isn't she?

Dan: I love her.

Larry: Boo-hoo, so do I.

Dan: She's gone back to you because she can't bear your suffering.

You don't know who she is.

You love her like a dog loves its owner.

Larry: And the owner loves the dog for so doing.

Dan: You'll hurt her. You'll never forgive her.

Larry: Of course I forgive her. I have forgiven her.

Without forgiveness we're savages.

You're drowning.

Dan: You only met her because of me.

Larry: Yeah, thanks.

Dan: It's a joke. Your marriage is a joke.

Larry: Here's a good one.

She never sent the divorce papers to her lawyer.

Now, to a towering romantic hero like you, I don't doubt I am somewhat common.

But I am, nevertheless, what she has chosen, and we must respect what the woman wants.

If you go near her again, I swear I will kill you.

I didn't do it to give her a nice time.

I fucked her to fuck you up.

A good fight is never clean.

She enjoyed it.

As you know, she loves a guilty fuck.

~Larry

Alice: This is the moment of your life.

Dan: You were perfect.

Alice: I still am.

I would have loved you forever.

~Alice

Dan: I love you.

Alice: Where?

Dan: What?

Alice: Show me. Where is this love?

I can't see it. I can't touch it. I can't feel it.

I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.

Whatever you say, it's too late.

*****

SHERLOCK HOLMES [2009]

Nothing Escapes Him

Mary: It can seem a little far-fetched though sometimes, 

making this grand assumptions out of tiny details.

Holmes: That's not quite right, is it?

In fact, the little details are by far the most important.

Holmes, investigate Mary: You're a governess.

Watson: Yes, well done. Shall we...

Holmes, ignoring Watson: Your student... is a boy of 8.

Mary: Charlie's 7, actually.

Holmes: Charlie... then he's tall for his age.

He flicked ink at you today.

Mary, to Watson: Is there ink on my face?

Watson: There's nothing wrong with your face.

Holmes: There are 2 drops on your ear, in fact.

India blue's nearly imposibble to wash off.

A very impetous act by the boy.

But you're too experienced to react rashly, 

which is why the lady for whom you work lent you that necklace.

Oriental pearls, diamonds, a flawless ruby.

Hardly the gems of a governess.

The jewels you are not wearing tell us more.

Watson: Holmes...

Holmes: You were engaged.

The ring is gone, but the lighter skin suggests [Mary covering her left hand] 

that you spent some time abroad wearing it proudly,

until you were informed of its true, modest worth.

You broke off the engagement and returned to England for better prospects.

A doctor perhaps... [Mary spills her wine to Holmes' face]

Your mistake is to imagine that anything earthly's led to this moment.

Your error of judgement is to assume that I'm holding the brush at all.

I'm merely the channel.

~Lord Blackwell

You and I are bound together on ajourney that will twist the very fabric of nature.

But beneath your mask of logic, I sense a fragility.

That worries me.

Steel your mind, Holmes, I need you.

~Lord Blackwell

Death is only the beginning.

~Lord Blackwell

Holmes: She's intimidated. She's scared of him.

Watson: Yet, she works for him.

Holmes: Right.

Watson: It's nothing to do with me but I advised you leave the case alone.

Watson: You really believe he was resurrected?

Holmes: The question is not if, but how.

The game's afoot...

Watson: Follow your spirit...

Watson & Holmes: And upon this charge, cry "God for Harry, England and St. George."

Watson: You know, Holmes, I've seen things in war I don't understand.

In India, I one met a man who predicted his own death 

right down to the number and the placement of the bullets that killed him.

You have to admit, Holmes, that a supernatural explanation to this case is theoretically possible.

Holmes: Agreed.

But it's a huge mistake to theorize before one has data.

Inevitably one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.

Watson: I've been reviewing my notes on our exploits over the last 7 months.

Would you like to know my conclusion?

 I am psychologically disturbed.

Holmes: How so?

Watson: Why else would I continually be led into situations 

where you deliberately withhold you plans from me? Why else?

Holmes: You've never complained about my methods before.

Watson: I'm not complaining.

Holmes: What do you call this?

Watson: How am I complaining? I never complain.

Do I complain about you practicing the violin at 3 in the morning...

or your mess, your lack of hygiene,

or the fact that you steal my clothes?

Holmes: We have a barter system.

Watson: Do I complain about you setting fire to my rooms?

Holmes: Our rooms.

Watson: The room...

When do I complain that you experiment on my dog?

Holmes: Our dog.

Watson: On the dog.

Holmes: Gladstone is our dog.

Watson: Where I do take issue is your campaign to sabotage my relationship with Mary.

Sir Thomas: Mr. Holmes, I'm sorry to summoning you like this.

I'm sure it's quite a mystery as to where you are and who I am.

Holmes: As to where I am, I was admittedly, lost for a moment between Charing Cross and Holborn.

But I was saved by the bread shop on Saffron Hill, 

the only baker to use a certain French glaze on their loaves, a Brittany sage.

After that the carriage forked left, then right, a tell tale bump over the Fleet Conduit.

As as to who you are, that took every ounce of my not inconsiderable experience.

The letters on your desk are addressed to Sir Thomas Rotheram.

Lord Chief Justice, that'd be your official title.

Who you really are is, of course, another matter entirely.

Judging by the sacred ox on your ring, you're the head of The Temple of The Four Orders

in whose headquarters we now sit, 

on the northwest corner of St. James' Square, I think.

As to the mystery, the only mystery is why you bothered to blindfold me at all.

Sir Thomas: Standard procedure, I suppose.

Fear is the more infectious condition.

~Sherlock Holmes

Sir Thomas: We want you to find him and stop him before he does.

Lord Coward: We'll give you any assistance that we can.

As Home Secretary, I have considerable influence over the police.

So... name your price.

Holmes: The benefit of being a consulting detective is that I can pick and choose my clients.

So, consider it done, I'll stop him.

But not for you, [to Sir Thomas]

and certainly not for a price. [to Lord Coward]

Crime is common, logic is rare.

The decent thing to do is to catch the killer, not provide comfort for the corpse.

~Sherlock Holmes

This is not your responsibilty, it was his choice.

He'd say that it was worth the wounds.

Solve this, whatever it takes.

~Mary Mortsan, to Sherlock Holmes

How terrible is wisdom when it brings no profit to the wise.

~Lord Coward

Fear being the most powerful weapon of all.

~Sherlock Holmes

*****

A.I. ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE [2001]

David Is 11 Years Old. 

He Weighs 60 Pounds. 

He Is 4 Feet, 6 Inches Tall. 

He Has Brown Hair. 

His Love Is Real. 

But He Is Not.

 I can never go to sleep... but I can lay quietly and not make a peep. 

[David]

Mommy... I'm sorry I broke myself. 

[David]

I can't accept this! There is no substitute for you own child! 

[Monica]

The greatest single human gift - the ability to chase down our dreams. 

[Professor Hobby]

[Monica]: What day it is? 

[David]: It is... Today 

[Narrator]: David had never had a birthday party because David had never been born, 

so they baked a cake and lit some candles. 

[Monica]: Now make a wish.

[David]: It came true already.

I do love you, you know. I have always loved you. 

[Monica to David]

[David]: Mommy? Will you die?

[Monica]: Well, one day, David, yes, I will. 

[David]: I'll be alone.

[Monica]: Don't worry yourself so. 

[David]: How long will you live? 

[Monica]: For ages. For 50 years. 

[David]: I love you, Mommy. I hope you never die. Never. 

[David]: What's for dinner tonight?

[Monica]: You know you don't eat. 

[David]: Yes. But I like sitting at the table. 

*****