Sweet Revenge (1990) - full transcript

A successful female lawyer decides to divorce her husband, a failed writer.He successfully sues for her to pay him alimony based upon an agreement written on a balloon that she would support him if he put her through law school. The only condition attached by the judge is that if he remarries then the alimony stops. She decides to have her revenge by hiring an actress to seduce him and get him to marry her.

My life is over.

I have no future.

♪ You're only 24 ♪

That's easy enough
for you to say.

You're already
in law school.


you still don't want to
give up your inheritance

and put your old wife
through law school?

Well, your old man

had planned on giving up
on the advertising grind

and becoming a real writer.

The all-American dreams--

Hemingway in Paris.

Yeah, well, isn't that
all our dreams?

Yeah, but at this rate,
I'll be 56 before I have

enough money to put myself
through law school,

60 before we get
to the Champs-élysées.

I've got an idea.

Why don't you send Linda
to law school?

Spend Grandma's legacy.

After she's finished,
she'll be able to support you

while you write
your great American novel.

Mmm, you know,
hearing it from Frank

does put a whole different
spin on the idea.

Happy birthday.

Really? No.


Do you mean it?


I love you.

Oh, look, I know how much
this means to you.

And, I swear, I will
never let you down.

You can count on me.
Here, I will write it down.

Oh, come on.
No, no, no, no.

A promise is a promise.

I, Linda J. Michaels...

do solemnly--

well, not so solemnly--

swear to...


John Michaels...

as a writer.

Thank you.


Your Honor,

to finish up with
the distribution
of property,

my client feels
justified in asking--

What are you doing here?

What's the matter?
Cat got your brain?

We're getting a divorce.

I mean, what are
you doing here
without an attorney?

I am an attorney.


It's been four years

since you've been
inside a courtroom.

Well, it's been four years
since Frank practiced law.

I think I can handle myself.

Okay, Mrs. F. Lee Bailey,

how about you give me back
some of my albums?

Could we talk
about this later, please?

You still have my, uh,
B.B. King, Billie Holiday--

The Billie Holiday is mine.

Yeah, but I
bought it for you.

Stop it.

The Copeland albums are mine.

The West Side Story

Would you stop this, please?

Will you give me back
my albums?

All I've got are
your Wayne Newton
albums, okay?

Do you have
Live at Caesar's Palace?

That's it.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.

You two will get your turn!

Until then, wait outside!

If she wants hardball,
we play.

You go for it, Frank.
You get whatever you can.

Cool your jets.

Wayne Newton,
how could you?

You go take a walk.

We're not finished here.

You all right?


I hate taking sides.

Then don't.


You're his best friend.

I'm your friend,
too, Linda.

Michaels v. Michaels?

You're up.

Good luck.


Looks like the two of you
traveled a long way

to get divorced.

This right?

You live in Paris?

Yes, Your Honor.
Yes, Your Honor.

You, too,
Mr. De Labrier?

Yes, Your Honor.

And you're, uh,

representing yourself
in this matter, young lady?

Well, I believe that is
my constitutional prerogative.

Never said it wasn't.

Just don't think
it's all that smart.

Anything you want
to add here, Mr. Michaels?

Yes, Your Honor, there is.

There's this matter
of some record albums--

Perhaps we should move on
to the property settlement.

Looks like we already
got there.

I see both parties have agreed

to the dispersement
of various personal property.

Yes, except the albums--

This, then, brings us

to Mr. De Labrier's motion
for spousal support.


What motion?

What are you guys
trying to pull here?

Linda, this was filed
weeks ago.

Will counsel please approach?

Is this your signature?

I believe so, yes.

But I've never seen
this document. May I?

I'm prepared to rule
in De Labrier's motion
this morning.

You've got to be kidding.

Your Honor, this motion
is ridiculous.

Monsieur De Labrier
is asking for alimony

based on
an alleged agreement

between Mr. Michaels
and myself.


How about May 4, 1978.

How about
135 West 75th Street,

apartment 4D?

How about I got a witness?

Um, if I may explain,
Your Honor--

I was hoping someone would.

This, Your Honor,

is the 1978 agreement.

And you always criticized me
for being a pack rat.

It's a little
hard to read.

I can see that.

Your Honor,

Mr. Michaels did, in fact,

put Mrs. Michaels
through law school.

He did this, Your Honor,
based on his wife's assurance

that she would support him

when her own career
was secure.

Mrs. Michaels is now
a successful attorney
based in Paris

with a prestigious
U.S. law firm.

We, therefore, ask

that she pay alimony
to Mr. Michaels

as fulfillment
of the agreement

set forth on May 4, 1978.

Ms. Michaels,
and your response?

Your Honor, my husband
has had sufficient time

to write without distraction.

He hasn't had a job
since we moved to Paris,

unless you consider
hanging out in cafés

an undiscovered profession.

Now, I have been
his sole means of support,

and in the last four years,

all he's had is time to write.

The trouble is, he can't.
He's not motivated.

Your Honor, my husband can
barely compose a grocery list,

much less write a novel.

Now, I feel I've
more than adequately

upheld my end
of the agreement.

Our evidence points to monies

Mr. Michaels
has earned writing.

What money? He made $2500

on an article he wrote
for Esquire in 1978.

All right.

I've heard enough.

Now Mr. De Labrier,

your client seems
quite capable

of taking care of himself.

Well, Your Honor--


it also seems
he came to rely

on Mrs. Michaels'
promise of future income.

He did relinquish
an inheritance,

pay for her education,

and support her while
she started her career.

In light of that,

I do grant your motion
for spousal support.

Your Honor--
Until such time

that Mr. Michaels has recouped
the sum of his losses,

which, according
to this paperwork,

looks to be about $250,000,

Mrs. Michaels
will pay him alimony.

Should, however,
Mr. Michaels marry first,

this order will be set aside.

Call the next case.



Things didn't go that well?

You might say that.

I lost my own divorce case,

my flight was
delayed seven hours,

and I left my keys here,
so I couldn't get in
my own apartment,

and I'm down to my last
pair of pantyhose.

So, no, things
did not go that well.

In fact, they sort of sucked.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to take it out on you.

Any mail?

Well, we'll attack it
bit by bit.

Phone list?


Try Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris
doesn't answer.

Try Mr. Lerner.

I heard you had
a rough time in New York.

Mrs. Michaels' office.

Oh, Mrs. Michaels
is in a meeting.

What can I do for you?

You're doing it.

Well, this is easy.

Will I see you tonight?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

Well, we need to talk.

Oh, I just had
the worst experience
of my life in New York.

I really don't
feel like going out.

Well, after these last
two months--

Why don't you try doing
something with your wife?

You really know how
to hurt a man, don't you?

You'll get over it.


Just don't work too hard.

That's an order
from the senior partner.

Yes, sir.

And Jim,


It's nothing.

Ruth, who does your hair?


I don't like it.

Starting tomorrow,
we're leading a new life.

We'll dust off
the old Royal

because, my friend,

we are talking
serious writing time.

Forget O'Neill.

Forget James Joyce.

Forget Hemingway.

Think, instead, of Michaels.

Now, uh,

you bring up a good point.

I mean, what am I
going to write?

Yeah, well,

I thought about that
on the plane coming home.

Now, uh, maybe we could
ease into a novel.


A nice novel--
Dostoevsky, Turgenev.


Or we try something
a little less ambitious?


Hey, listen. I'm not going
to write that poetry shit.

No way.

Well, we could do
a short story,

or a play,

or a dramatic monologue.

Come on, dig in.

You're not hungry.

Me neither.

Yeah, you're right.

I can't do this.

I can't take money
from her like this.

I've got to talk to her.

If you've come
for more blood,

I'm all out.

No. I just came to talk.

May I?

Look, uh,
I've been thinking.

Now, Frank does have
a point.

You did promise
to support me, but--

But, what?

I've been supporting you.

You see how you are?

You see how it's
impossible to talk to you?

You never get
the big picture.

What big picture?

We were a team!

I gave for you.

Now you could do
the same for me.

What about giving
for yourself?

You know, that's typical.

You have no faith.
You don't believe in me.

Of course,
when did you ever?

That's not true.

Look, you can't
control everything.

I'm not trying to--

I came here
with good intentions--

I don't have to deal
with your intentions.

I have to deal
with your actions.

As I said, I came here
with good intentions.

But, as always, your ice queen
personality ruined it!

This icy quality,
as you call it,

would be a respected one
in a man!

Look, you are stuck
with the alimony

until I remarry.

Well, I got news for you.

I'm not going to remarry.

I'm going to enjoy spending
every cent you owe me.


Everyone is stuck.

You're stuck with me now.

I said, you're stuck!


Hear me?

Now are you satisfied,

Can I put it more fairly,
Mrs. Pearce?

Bundle her off
to the bathroom.

You're a great bully,
you are.

I won't stay here
if I don't like it.

I never asked to go
to Buckingham Palace,
I didn't.

If I'd known what I was
letting myself in for,

I wouldn't have come here.
I wouldn't have.


I shall make a duchess

of this draggle-tailed

I've never had
a bath in my life,

not what you'd
call a proper one.

Nonsense, Eliza.

Don't you want to be sweet
and clean and decent,

like a lady?

No! No! No!

Let's see who's stuck.

Mr. Brommel?

Sid, how are you?

No, no, no. It's not
about the contract.

It's more a personal matter.

You see, I'm looking
to find an actress--

an American actress.

You're from Wisconsin?

Milwaukee, yes.

When did you move to Paris?


Hated Maine, too many trees.

Who's your
favorite author?
Sylvia Plath.

Do cookbooks count?

Uh, books.

Um, what college
did you attend?



What about hobbies?


and, of course, crochet.

Mud wrestling.

What was the most
embarrassing moment
in your life.

I did Kismet in summer stock.


uh, do you mind
if we go back

to the second
question, please?

That won't be necessary.

But thank you
for coming, Miss Marks,

and good luck with whatever.

Of course.
Yes, of course.

Is it me, or what?

Three more.

Miss Williams.

Miss Williams,
take a seat.

So, I see you've done
some soap operas.

Bit parts, mostly.

Since coming here,
I've done a little theater.

But I have a lot of training.

I studied
at the Actors Studio
in New York

and the Central School
of Speech and Drama in London,

and I appeared

at the Edinburgh
Shakespeare Festival

as Beatrice--

That's a coincidence,
my husband--

My ex-husband
grew up there.

So, tell me more.

Who's your favorite author?

Uh, it's kind of like,
"What's your favorite
ice cream?", isn't it?

What's your favorite
ice cream?


Raspberry sorbet.

George Eliot,

J.D. Salinger,

Edna O'Brien, Willa Cather,

not all of Hemingway,

but definitely
The Sun Also Rises.

Chocolate chip.

You're hired.

Don't you want me
to read or something?

Nope. This job is more
of an improvisation.

What kind of improvisation?

Is there nudity involved?

No, no, no, no.
You see--

Why don't we go out
onto the balcony

and get some air.

There's quite
a bit of it there.

Nice, cold air.

So, what's this part
all about?

Well, it's about a divorce,

my divorce,
and about the fact

that I have to pay
my husband alimony.

So you're doing
a play about it.

No, no. Not exactly.

You see, there's
one tiny hitch

to this alimony business.

If John remarries,

then I don't have
to pay it anymore.

Now if you were my husband,
and you got this free ride,

would you want
to get married?

I don't know.
Of course
you wouldn't.

But let's suppose
you met the perfect guy,

someone who liked
everything you liked,

who laughed
at all of your jokes,

who didn't notice that
you were getting cellulite

or that your breasts
were starting to look sad.

Would you be able
to resist him?

Wouldn't you fall
in love with him

and want to marry him?

Of course you would,

and so would John.


You're John's
perfect woman.

Or, I should say,
you will be.


I don't even know the guy.

No, no, no. That's where
the acting comes in.

I'll train you.
I know his perfect woman.

I know everything he likes,
everything he dislikes,

what he reads, eats,
drinks, wears to sleep.

You already have
some stuff in common.

He was born in Edinburgh,

and you did
the Edinburgh Festival.

His favorite author
is Hemingway,

and you said you like
The Sun Also Rise

So, all you do is marry him.

Marry him!

For a day-- an hour,
a day, a week, tops.

Then you'll get divorced,
you'll be well-paid,

and it'll be the part
of a lifetime.

This is incredible.

You won't have
to sleep with him.

We'll get around that somehow.
It'll be awkward, but--

This is perfect.
This is incredible.

I can't believe
this happened to me.

Either you're kidding,
or you're crazy!

You want some time
to think it over?

Years! I'm out of here.

Take my card.

Where have you been?

The kids! We have
to help with the kids!

Kids? What kids?

That kid.

Go home.

Hurry up, hurry up.

This is Mrs. Dupre.

And this is it.

Welcome aboard.

You're late.

If I weren't so desperate,
I would fire you. Save me.

There's cake and ice cream.

Serve it before the brats
start throwing it.



Thank you very much,
for everything.

You're welcome.

You didn't want
the job. Why?

Because it wasn't--
Can't you do something?

Give me some animal balloons--

balloons, animals, something.

Calm down.

Continuez chanter!

Philippe! Look!

Le gâteau!

You've destroyed my birthday!

We still have ice cream.

We still have ice cream.
I hate ice cream!

I can't believe
you did that.

I can't believe
he just did that.

Hi, Linda, this is Frank.


Oh, Linda, Linda, listen,

about that divorce thing
that you lost...



Oh, maybe, romantic, you see.

Oh, uh, Linda, listen,

we've been friends
for a long time.

You want to hear
something funny?

You always thought
I moved back here

because I missed John.

Well, it was you
I missed, my honey.

Do you think that I'm cold?

I'll turn the heating on.

No, no, no.
You know, unfeeling, icy.

I think you feel just right.

What is this,
post-divorce blues?

Mmm. Maybe.


I have some news
that might just cheer you up.

Link Palmer called
from Washington yesterday,

and it seems my name
is being batted around

as candidate for senator
from Boston.


Oh, that's great.

Official announcement
won't be made for
a couple days yet.

But, well, it does mean
that I'm going to have to

move back
to the States soon.

Now, don't worry that
pretty little head of yours.

You know how much
you mean to me.

If this thing works out,

I'll make sure you get
lots of trip to New York.

No, that won't be
so impossible

if you replace me
as senior partner
here in Paris.


I'm putting your name before
the executive committee.

Of course, it's not
a fait accompli.

You still have to keep
your little nose clean

and suck up
to old man Chase,

but I think
you're going to get it.

I think you're
going to get it.

No. Maybe the direct approach.
I'm a man, Linda.

You're woman.
Let's eat.

Yeah. Why not?

Let's try...


I'm not home right now,
but I'll call you back.


Thank you.
That's enough.

Don't you want me
to read or something?

Thank you.
It's enough, Karen.

Actually, it's Kate.

Um, can I ask
what's wrong?

You look too American.

"Too American"?
For Our Town?

Well, I have my vision,
you know?

You can take
your vision and...



Why didn't I listen
to my father and
become an accountant?

You didn't
do well, huh?

What is it with me?

I don't have any career.

No money, no love life.

Yeah, but you
got spunk, kid.

Come on.
Your favorite clown
will buy you coffee.

Hmm? Come on.

Hey, Kate.

Susan. Hi.
How you doin'?

Fine. Sid sent me
on another audition,
and I got the part.

Wow. That's great.

Another commercial?

No. A play.


Le Misanthrope.

In the Molière

Yep. Who
is this Molière
dude, anyhow?

I gotta go.

Kate, where
are you going?

To change my life.



As usual.

No starch. Okay?

And shirts folded.

You got
the other shirts?

Thank you.
It's a nice job.

If you don't like it,
take your business

Right. Uh,
I'll see you Thursday.

And, uh,

vive la France.



No, no, no.
It was my fault.


Oh. Excuse me.
I think, um,

you have my ticket
by mistake.

Oh, "no starch."

A woman after
my own heart.

Well, bye.

Do you come here

How typical, right?
Don't worry.

I'm not trying
to pick you up
or anything.

It's just,
when I heard you
speak English,

sometimes I get
so starved to speak
in my mother tongue.

Well, not tongue.
I never say "tongue."

I don't know
what's come over me.

I think I've been
in France too long.

I am sorry. I--
I must seem real dumb.

I'm outta your life.

Thanks for
the English fix.

No. No, no. Wait.
It wasn't that dumb.

Hey, look.
How about--

How about I buy you
a cup of coffee?

Speak to you some more
of your own language.

There's a little place
I know around the corner.

You know it.

Go there
all the time.

Hey. Hey.
How'd you know I'm
not an ax murderer?

Ax murderers don't
have eyes like yours.

Oh. I'm--
I'm John.


So, after four cups
of coffee,

we have a date
on Friday.

Well, you're gonna
have to work fast, so I
brought you some stuff.

Vintage Looney Tunes.
He doesn't start
the day without it.

Gary Cooper films.

Marx Brothers.

And here's
some cookbooks

with his
favorite recipes
marked off.

Some catalogs
with some fashion

Actual fashion itself.

Some books.

attention to Esmé
With Love and Squalor.

And some music.

Wayne Newton?

Yes. It was one
of the main contentions
of the divorce.

Oh. And here's
your first check.

And try to keep track
of your expenses.

And try to have
a good time.

You must've made
an outstanding
girl scout.




Philippe. Huh?

No, No, No.
I haven't fallen off
the face of the earth.

Wait. Could you
hold on a second?

Hold on. Hold on.



No. I took a job.

A job?
What job?

You remember the audition
I had that I said I didn't
have that wasn't a job?

Is this English?
I took that job.

What are you
talking about?

I really gotta go.

I'm-- I'm really late.
For what?

Um-- For--
You're not listening
to me. My job.

Right. The one
that wasn't a job.

Right. It's complicated.

Obviously. When
can I see you?


Is that tomorrow?
Is it next week?

Soon. Soon.
I promise, okay?
I really love you.

Take care, and I'll
talk to you soon.

I promise,
I promise,
I promise.

Why can't I find
two that match?


You think
she'll notice?

She'll notice.

Hey, they match. Look.

Actually match.

Okay. Now.

I'm not
gonna be late.

So...I don't want
to come home

and find you
whoopin' it up

with all the dogs
in the neighborhood,

And as you may
or may not remember,

I always
take measurements
of the scotch

and the gin...

and the other drinks.

So I'll know
if you've been having

a little,
quiet sookeroonie.


Right. See you later,
big boy. All right?

And so I moved
in 1985

when, uh, my wife...

...when my ex-wife

Thank you.

Yeah, it's very nice.
Thank you.


You decided
to stay.


For the time being.

Not that I don't
get homesick for
the good old U.S. of A.

Hey. Do you know
what I miss the most?

I know what you mean.

I mean...

bacon and eggs.


Uh, real coffee.

I mean, not the rot gut
they serve over here.

Do you remember
that coffee shop
in Edinburgh?

Uh, Rosie's.

Oh, God, yeah.

God, I haven't thought
of that place in years.

It was the worst, right?

Oh, hi, Linda.
It's Frank. Um...

I wanted to--
to see if you were okay,

and, uh--
Well, never mind.

Just thinking
about you. Bye.

Linda? Jim.

I-- I can't make it
tonight, baby.

I got a mountain
of work to get through.

I'll see you Monday.
Big, big kiss.

So, um, what--
what's your ex-wife like?


Like an ex-wife.

And how about you?

What does Kate Williams
do for a living?

I-- I work
for a caterer.

You moved all the way to Paris
to be a waitress?

Well, not exactly. No.

When I was about 15,
I saw this movie--

Sabrina with
Audrey Hepburn.

And-- You know, the one

where she comes to Paris
to become a chef?

And goes home and
marries Humphrey Bogart.

Anyway, I-- I've--
I've always wanted to--

To marry Humphrey Bogart.

No, be Audrey Hepburn.

The cooking
Audrey Hepburn.

Like in the film.
The chef.

So I-- I took classes
at the Cordon Bleu.

And started working
for a caterer.

Among other

Thank you.

Je peux vous encaisser?
J'ai fini mon service.

Hey. You know, I bet
if you woke him up

in the middle of the night
and surprised him,

he'd talk just
like you and me.

And he's undercharged us.

Lucky us.

I'll leave the difference.

Well, you're honest.


Me, George Washington,

and Abraham Lincoln.

Sticklers for the truth.

Oh. Thank God
you're not an actress.
You'd shoot me.


Well, uh,
I had fun tonight.

Me, too.


Oh. Can I--




It's later
than I thought.

Oh, yeah. Uh...
I should go.

Well, uh...
I'll see you. Okay?

All right. Bye.


I really did have
a good time tonight.

Do you like
Gary Cooper?

He's only
the greatest actor
who ever lived.

Well, they're showing
High Noon and Good Sam
up the street on Sunday.

Do you want to go?

With me, I mean.

Yeah. I'll
pick you up at 7.

Great. It's a date.

It's a date.

Have a date.


Okay, bye.

You were right.
He jumped at
the Gary Cooper offer.


And other than Good Sam
being kinda mediocre...

...we had a good time.

Good. I brought you
some more material.

You know,
favorite shampoo,
favorite memory,

childhood pets,
things like that.

When do you
see him again?

Today. We're
having lunch.

At the Bistro

You really do know him.

He's not
such a bad guy.

Ow. What
are you doing?

Futzing. Anyway,

I never said he
was Charles Manson.

You kinda like him,
don't you?

I think he's nice.


Hi. Uh, I need
to see Mrs. Michaels.
All right?

Yes. Sign, please.

Okay. Come on.
Hey. Mister.



John's here.

Out there.
Outside in the hall.


No. I'm gonna leave.


What a pleasant surprise.

Yeah. It's good
to see you, too,

Look, um,
I'd rather not
be doing this,

but my apartment's
being painted.

I wondered if
you'd look after Max
for a couple of days.

Well, how nice of you
to share him only when
it's convenient for you.

I knew this
was a bad idea.
Come on, Max.

No, no, no. Wait.

He's my dog, too.
I'll take him.

This yours?

Oh. It's from a meeting.

A meeting.

So. Sprucing up
the old bachelor pad?

Have you
met someone?

That's none
of your business.

Well, it is when
I'm footing the bill.

I'll just say
good-bye to Max.

Uh, no. I'll--
I'll tell him
you said good-bye.

Okay. Bye, guy.

Hang tough.

I'll pick him up
Wednesday. Okay?



Could you get a runner

to take Max back
to my apartment?
Here are the keys.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

That was dignified.

Are you
all right?


I'll call you.


Got any
lunch plans?

Walk with me.

I had to see you.

Sometimes I get
these urges.

Did you have
a good weekend?

Oh, fine.
You know. I--

Are you upset
about Friday?

I left a message
on your machine.

I had to bail out
that associate,

that new associate--
Scott-- Francine Scott.

She was about to blow
the Mirabeau merger.

What was she merging?
Painting and sculpture?

I saw you Friday
at the art opening.

Why do you
lie to me?

I didn't want
to hurt your feelings.

I completely forgot
about that opening.

Hurt my feelings?
You spent an evening
with your wife

like you were
supposed to.

What hurts
is that you lied.

Ahh. Starting to sound
like a bad movie.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no,
no, no.

It's me who
should be apologizing.

You know how special
you are to me.

Do I?


You're intelligent.
You're attractive.

You're funny.

That's beautiful.
What you're saying

is very nice,
but that bracelet.

Isn't it gorgeous?

Damn it.
You beat me
to the punch.

I was wanting
to buy you a present,

and you've already
picked it out.

What? But that must
cost a fortune.

Let's go see.

Well, I suppose
it doesn't cost

to try it on.

Not a franc.

Oh, yeah.
I always expect

this place to smell
like a stable.


When I come here,
I want to get

a saddle
and boots
and stuff.

I didn't know
you could
ride horses.

Well, I can't.

Pretty good
in the saddle,

Oh, quit that,
or I'll get
a riding crop.

Je peux
vous aider?

We'd like to see
that gold-and-
diamond bracelet

in the window.

Of course.

It is one of our
most beautiful pieces.






There you are,


I think
we met last year

at the Dupre's
Christmas party.

You remember, darling.
He came with, uh...

Lee Cromwell.

Lee Cromwell.
Oh, of course.


Linda, they're wrapping
the earrings now.

Um, we're
just picking out

a birthday gift
for my sister.

I don't think you've
met Ms. Michaels,

a rising new star
at the firm.

Linda, this
is my wife Mary.

How do you do?
Nice to meet you.

Quite a coincidence,
us running
into each other.

I'll say so.

Jim, what are
you doing here?

Uh, you're going
to ruin the surprise.


Should we tell her,

Oh, might as well.

Now, don't say
I didn't warn you.

When I saw Linda
here with Frank,

I kidnapped her
for a moment

to get her womanly
opinion on something.

For you.



it's beautiful!

Well, thank you,

And thank you
for your help.

Don't mention it.

we should be
going now.

It was nice
seeing you

Yes. Well, I'll see you
back at the office.

Count on it.

We'll take it.

You owe me one,
my dear.

Frank, do me a favor.
Go fly a kite.

You got great weather
for it.

Sorry I'm-- Oh!
Sorry I'm late.

There's no problem.
You hungry?

Starved. Oh,
I lost my button.

Sh-- Damn.

Hey, look, um--
I'll get your button.

That's all right.


Uh, may I keep it
for luck?

Look, uh,
I'd have had you
over to my apartment,

only, uh...
It's being painted?

How'd you know?

Just a lucky guess.

You're very good at that.

Sister, someone
ought to take you
to the race track.

Look, um, what are
you doing tomorrow?

Why? Want to take me
to the race track?

No. There's this,
uh, art exhibit
that, uh, I've been--

Oh, the Balthus?

What are you,
a mind reader?

No. It's
no great mystery.

It's-- There are ads for it
all over the city.


No. No, it's more.

Audrey Hepburn's
got nothing on you.

I bet you say that
to all the girls.


Except Audrey Hepburn.

So. Tell me
your new job.

I'm acting.

In what?


not exactly "in."

More "as."

As what?

Well, um,
I'm sort of--

I'm sort of
playing myself.

But not really.

Then what are
you really doing?

What am I
really doing?

I don't know!

Guess I asked
the wrong question.


I'm making a mess
out of my life.

And that's the problem.

It's not really
my life!

It's a life
Linda created.

And that's
the funny part,
because even though

I'm her perfect woman,
it's more my life
than hers.

I think we lost
something here
in the translation.

Calm down.
Calm down.

Okay, listen.

Why don't we start
from the beginning.

I guess it was that day
we ran into Susan Marks.

You know, the actress?


a few days earlier,

my agent sent me
to see this woman.

Linda Michaels.
And she has
this crazy idea

about getting back
at her ex-husband

so she wouldn't
have to pay him

She wanted to hire
the perfect woman

so he'd fall in love,
marry her, and...

she wouldn't have to
pay him anymore.

Over the last
few weeks,

John and I have
been seeing
each other.

I think I'm
his perfect woman.

You should be

I know.

It's not funny.

It's hilarious.

It is not.

I knew you were
a good actress,

but this guy
must be an idiot.
He is not!

He is!
He's not!


The lady does
protest too much.

This is only
a job, isn't it?

Of course it's a job.

It's the best damn job
I ever had.

You're falling
in love with him.

Oh, God. At first
I didn't want
to feel anything.

I didn't like him, and--

Now I don't know
what to do.

Good luck.

Excuse me.

Come on in,

Linda, this is
Francine Scott.

She been working
on the Mirabeau

Linda Michaels.
I've heard
a lot about you.

Well, I'm sure
none of the rumors
are true.

I only hope
I can live up
to your reputation.

Speaking of your

Ms. Michaels and I
have a meeting
with Mr. Chase.

We can finish
this later.


Good luck.

Well, uh,
let's go beard

the lion
in his den.

You beard him.
I'll draw in

one of
those little

Oh, Michaels.

Yes, sir. And,
uh, may I say

after four years
with the firm,
what a

it is--
Can it.

I've heard
it all before.

Robert, I want
to emphasize

again what an asset
Linda has been
to this firm.

Her understanding
of international law--

Are you an asset?

I'd like to think so,
sir, yes.

Aren't you sure?

Why, Jim here has been
singing your praises for weeks.

He says you've, uh,
blossomed this last year.

Isn't that so, Jim?

Have you blossomed,
Mrs. Michaels?

I work hard
and do my job well.

I don't think blossoming
is quite my style.

Oh, good.

I'm allergic to flowers.

So, uh,

you think you're qualified

to replace Jim
as a senior partner?

I do.
Yes, I am qualified.

You don't have much of a profile
of the rest of the continent.

Well, I realize
that I'll have to
put myself out there more.

As a junior partner,
that's been quite difficult.

At your age, I had more
press on me than de Gaulle.

Well, I'll do what I can, sir.

Are you married?

Oh, yes. I've heard of
the unfortunate divorce
of yours.

Planning to remarry
and have kids?

With all due respect, sir,

I fail to see what
my personal life has to do
with my professional ability.


You women want it all.

You rush to get a career
and then shut down

the minute you decide
to have a kid.

It's all hurry up and wait
with you women.

Must be hormonal.

Mr. Chase, I--

Robert, I--
Oh, shut up.

I know I'm a horse's ass,
but I'm the horse's ass
running this place.

I only want you to think about
what this senior partnership

might cost you,
Mrs. Michaels.

I'd hate for you
to waste our time

climbing up
the corporate ladder

only to decide you don't
like the view up there.

I'm sorry, sir,
but I just don't think that--


Chase. Robert Chase.

What, are you waiting
for a door prize?

What's with you?
What's with me?
How could you?

How could you compromise me
in that way?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You told him--
God, it was sickening--

I blossomed!

I bet you and Chase
had a good laugh
talking about our-- our--

I don't know what you call it,
but it's certainly
not a relationship.

Hold on there!
Hold on right there!

First of all,
I'm not stupid enough to admit
seeing someone from the office.

And secondly,
I would never--

your political career?

See how good I am
at filling in blanks?

Including the one
in your marriage.

Speaking of which,
how did Mary like her bracelet?


I'm going to talk to you
when you're more rational.

I haven't been
this rational in months.

Linda, we've both been under
a great deal of pressure lately.

With this senate thing,
I haven't been paying you
enough attention.

This is not about
attention and pressure.

This is about
fooling ourselves.

You know how special
you are to me.
Special you are to me.

Yes, you've told me
about 100 times.

Look, I think we should
just stop this entire thing.


Oh, come on now.
Think about what you're saying.

I have.

Linda, you're so busy running
you forget where you're going.

Ooh. Ooh, that's--
that's very beautiful.

Do you mind if I use that
when I have the time
to take up embroidery?

Why don't you
tell him...everything?

I can't.

He has this thing
about being honest.

A boy scout, huh?

And what if
he doesn't like me?

The real me?

You're so blind sometimes.

Don't you know that
beneath this whole charade

is the real Kate Williams?

That's who John
fell in love with.

With you.

I'm usually good
at soufflé.

This week we had casserole
in school,

and I must've got them
muddled or something.

Well, um, let's taste it.

Let's give it a chance.
Come on.



Yuck! I'm sorry.
I should've made casserole.

No. Look, that would be
like doing homework, okay?

But don't panic.
We got salad.

We got bread.
We could make garlic bread.

Okay? Maybe not garlic.

Okay, look, um,
I'll do this.

You cook all day long, okay?
Consider yourself off duty.

All right?

You think it's too much?

No. The blue works for me.

Oh, yeah?

Now I know how
Jacques Cousteau feels.

Everyone's a critic, right?

Do you have
any place mats?
I'll set the counter.

Oh, yeah. They're in
one of those boxes over there.

Ow! Oh!

Oh, no. Not that one.
No. Come on.

"Bad poetry from 1973."

I was, like,
dawdling along...

"Yes, I've never seen anybody
tug and slug in a phone before."
...on a toilet seat.

What else is in here?
That's genius.

A child prodigy, huh?

A play?
"A play by Johnny White."

It's a play, yes.
A tentative step to...

What are you doing?
I'm taking it home.

I want to see
what you're made out of.

Okay, now,
the dinner's in the oven.

We've got 45 minutes to kill.
What do you want to do?

Read more bad poems.

I've got another idea.

Let's listen to music.

I love music.

Why'd you do that?
Do what?

Run away. I mean...

I thought you liked me.

I do like you.

Don't you want to,
you know?

I can't.

Well, sure you can.


Because I can't.

Because there's a lot of things
you don't know about me.

Like what?

Like-- Like--
Like I don't really

only just work
for a caterer.

Don't work for a caterer.

Oh, my God.

My illusions
have been shattered.

It's okay. I can live with it.
It's okay.

Oh, come on. What?

John, I'm an actress.

An actress. You're an actress.
What's my family going to say?

It's okay.
I can live with it.

Good-bye, Father.
I'm leaving forever.

Right. Now can we go to bed?

There's more.

I got it. I got it.

It wasn't Sabrina.
It was Breakfast at Tiffany's.



John, now listen to me.

Okay, I'm listening.

A few weeks ago,
my agent sent me on
this really weird audition.

Does this involve livestock?

I'm sorry. Okay.

He sent me to see this lawyer--
Linda Michaels.

Linda Michaels.

My Linda Michaels?

My ex-wife, right?


She had this ridiculous plan

so she wouldn't have to
pay you alimony anymore,

and she needed an actress.

Please say something.

Well, it's the perfect revenge.


it's so Linda to figure out
every angle, you know?

All the right buttons to push,
how to make me fall in love.

I am that person.

No, you did good, Kate.
It is "Kate," isn't it? Yeah?


You know, an actress of
your caliber should be a star.

I mean, you should
be on Broadway

instead of wasting your talents

in my little seedy apartment.


Well, you and Linda
have done a terrific job.

Now, please, tell her that
for me, okay?

And if you don't mind,

I would like to be alone.

Now! All right?



It's John.

Come on.
Open the goddamn door.

Linda, I know you're there.
Come on.

Will you open this door?

Open the goddamn door!

It's a little early
for trick or treat, isn't it?

You have pulled some low,

Where are you going?

To make some coffee.
You want some?

No. I want to talk.

You have pulled some low--

Low, mean-- I know.
Let's not forget icy.

Oh, yeah. Icy, too.

You will rule the day--


"Rue." The term is "rue."
I will rue the day.

What exactly is it
that I'll rue?


Yeah. I know.


Your actress.

Your plan to hurt me.

Well, she's told me

How you--
How you paid her,

how you taught her to be
my perfect woman.

Obviously not perfect enough.

Then you admit it.

What about Kate?

What about me?
Well, what did you say to her?

What do you think?
I threw her out
of the apartment.

Oh, good. Perfect.
I suppose it never entered

that Neanderthal head of yours
that she might actually
have liked you?

Ohhh! Oh, no.
I can't believe
you're saying this.

I-- You hired this woman
to break me,

and then you wonder
how she feels?

You're sick!
I wanted to get back at you,
not her.

Then you got what you wanted.
You got it in spades.

I take back what I said
about you being icy.

No, no. You're not icy.

You're not even human.

You're incapable
of having human feelings.



Hi, Kate. It's, uh--
It's Linda Michaels.

John was just here,
and he told me everything.

So, if you want to come by

and pick up your last check,
you can,

or I can mail it, or--

Or if you want to
just call and talk...


I'm sorry.


I was just--

Was it something I said?

No. Something I said.

I told John everything.

Didn't go well, huh?

You could say that.

He'd like to see me sometime
between never and never again.

Did you tell him how you felt?



You can hide a lot of things,

but not your feelings.

Tell him.

He doesn't want to talk
to me anymore.

Who said anything
about talk?

All you have to do
is tell him three little words:

"I love you."

Hurry up, kid.

Oh, my shoes. My shoes.

You sure?
Okay, okay. Sure.

Don't say anything, okay?

All right. I admit I never liked
Looney Tunes cartoons,

Gary Cooper can't compare
to Humphrey Bogart,

and I actually prefer
the Lakers to the Knicks.

And none of this matters.
This wasn't part of the deal.

No one taught me
how to feel this.

I feel it.

What I feel can't be taught
or paid for.

I love you, John Michaels.

What the hell is that?

Don't you think
it's time we made peace?

I didn't realize
that we were at war.

Well, I believe your exact words
outside of the jewelry store

were, "Frank, go fly a kite."

I never intended
that you should take me
quite so literally.

I want us
to be friends again.

I have work to do.

There. You're done.

Hey, you drive
a hard bargain.

It's the diplomat in me.
Come on. Let's go.

You're such a guy.

Do you think
that I'm unfeeling?

You know, cold?

Yeah. Definitely.

'Cause I think
the real Linda Michaels--

the one I once knew--
has disappeared somehow.

Really? And who was she?

Well, who was she?

Um, she was the girl, uh--

I don't know-- who--

who used to get drunk
on one glass of champagne.

Um, she was the one
who used to see...

Wuthering Heights
over and over again,

and no matter how many
times she saw it,
would still cry at the end.

But maybe mostly for me,

she was the one
who went back home

with her husband's
best friend

so he wouldn't have
to be there alone

while his father
was dying.

I forgot about that.

I never did.

Frank, I'm still that person.

Yeah. Somewhere.

But, you know,
most of the time

I see someone
who's so afraid of failing,

she'll do anything...

just to get it her way.

Gee, thanks.

Where are you going?

I'm going to get psychoanalyzed.
You put me in the mood.

For real money, though,
with a real doctor.

Whatever money I have left
after paying
your friend alimony.


You know what else
I'd really like to--

Other than good-looking me?

Is your play Envy.

How funny. Really?

I'm serious.
It's very good.
Thank you. Thank you.

A little immature.
A little immature.

But it was good.
But it was good.
Thank you.

Thank you very much.
And you should
still work on it.

Well, I will.
Did you notice
the typewriter as you came in?

Did you see
the paper next to it?

See the paper
inside the typewriter
with writing on it?

That is your clue.

You're writing.
I'm writing. Exactly.

Remember what I said
about feeling better?

If I felt better,
I wrote better?

Well, I'm feeling better,
so I'm writing better.

I'm actually happy.



There is something
to thank Linda for.

Believe me,

I'm going to thank Linda
in a very special way.

Oh, yeah?

What is good for the goose
is good for the gander.

And green for the valley.

And I'm going to valley her
like she has never
been valleyed

in her life.

There is a David Caribou--

Oh, no. Carroubi, yes.

From TIME magazine
to see you.

TIME magazine?

He says he's from
the Paris bureau office,

and he's doing a story
on female executives
working abroad.

Send him in.

Mr. Carroubi.
David, please.

Who gave you my name?

Sis Reynolds
at Windsor Financial.

She said you handled
the merger for them last year.

Sis Reynolds? Didn't she
move back to the States?

I've been followed.
No, she did go back.

And, actually, I was going
to center the piece on her.

But since she's not here...

Well, it's nice to know
that I'm second choice.

I don't know,
Mr. Carroubi.

It would be...

great publicity.

For you

and your firm.

I would imagine an ambitious
woman like yourself

could use all the press
you could get,

especially in a magazine
like TIME.

Well, I suppose a little PR
couldn't do any harm.

And I won't get in your way.

You do realize, of course,
that I have to check this
with my management?

Of course.

And you do seriously promise
to stay out of my way?

Scout's honor.

She's probably telling everyone
this side of the Atlantic
about that article.

I love it.
I love it.

Can we stop now?
Not yet.

Doesn't seem played out.

I should never have
gotten you into this.

Begged me to do it
is more like it.
Well, it beats catering.

You know what
the best part of this is?

We're paying Philippe
with Linda's money.

She's actually paying
for her own revenge.

It's perfect.

Hi. How are you?

Fine, thank you.
I'd like you to meet
our photographer.

He will spend
the day with us.
Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
All right. Let's go.



Okay, let's go.

I forgot to give you
these messages.

They came in
after lunch.

Mr. De Labrier
is very persistent.

He is, isn't he?

Anything else before I go home?
No. No, thanks.
That will be all.

Good night.
Good night.

You always work this late?

This is early.
I'm exhausted.

Are you coming tomorrow?

10:00 a.m.?
Better make it 9.

That's brutal.

That's the name
of the game around here.


Frank De Labrier,

pop psychologist
and alimony hound?


I love it when you talk dirty.

I don't know why
I should be talking at all.


Because I'm extremely charming

and, uh,
because I'll take you

to the Bernadette tomorrow
if you're very good.

Is this your way
of apologizing?

No, but it'll do in a pinch.


Yes. 1:00.

Good evening, sir.


Michaels. Linda Michaels.

Oh, yes. The blossom.

I hope you've been giving
the senior partnership position
more consideration.

Every waking hour.

I don't mean to brag,
but TIME magazine

is doing a feature article
on me.

Oh. Really?
It should be out next month.

Bully for you.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Linda.


Go back to Alexander.

It seems you're always
throwing things at me.

You're always getting
in the way.

Can't blame a guy
for trying.

Anyway, that's not why I'm here.

There's a reception Friday
at the Dupres'.

I'm announcing my candidacy.

The press will be there.
I'd like you to be there, too.

I wouldn't miss it.

Okay. My secretary
has all the details.

Jim, you got a sec?


Uh, we're through here, right?

Absolutely through.

Bring a date.

Oh, God. A date.

Sorry I'm late.

You want to go to a party?

Hi. I've got to
ask you a favor.

Can't we talk about it
over lunch?
That's the favor.

I have to cancel lunch.
Crisis at the firm?

I have to buy a dress.

There's this formal thing
at the office on Friday,

and I have to wear
something with sequins.

I'm really sorry.
I love shopping.

You're kidding.
No. It comes from
having five sisters.

Oh, well, if you've got
nothing better to do.

You don't know
what you're in for.

Whoa. Let's go
right in here.

You know, for years
I've been fantasizing

about how to change
that dress-for-success,
Spiegel catalog-look--

What about this?

Well, great if you're 17
and going to the prom.

Now, this is more
like it. Look.

It's very, very lovely,
but where is the rest of it?

Give it a shot.
What have you got to lose?

In this?

A tremendous amount of weight.

Come on.

All right. I'll see
if they have it in my size.
Excuse me?

Excuse me!

She'll call you back.

I'm holding your phone hostage
until you find us a size-- Size?


I don't think this is
exactly me.

And that's the point, Linda.
Break free.

Break free.

You hate it.

You look spectacular.

Doesn't she look spectacular?

I mean, really,
that dress brings out
the Audrey Hepburn in her.

Yes, it's nice.

What do you mean, "nice"?

"Nice" is for the bridesmaid's
dress she'll never wear again.

Now, this is
a fashion statement.

This-- It's just a dress.

Yeah. A dress.
Just a dress. Yeah.

Linda, you are a walking
tribute to womanhood.

Ohh, please,
don't say stuff like that.

I have arms
like blood sausages.

Yeah. Well, I happen
to like sausages, okay?

Come here.

Oh, no!
Look in that mirror.


What's wrong?

You ever have the feeling
of impending disaster?

Don't tell me the puffs
didn't puff.

All right.

Keep serving before you give me
another heart attack.

Everything is okay?
Yes, sir.

Mr. Harris will make
his announcement around 10:00.

Have a good time.
Oh, okay.

Thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Mary Christine!
Oh, Frank!
It's been a long time.

Yes, since Christmas.
Good to see you, too.

This is my friend
John Michaels.

How do you do?

Please, this way.
Thank you.

His friend?
Try and keep
an open mind.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.
Shrimp toast?

No, thank you.

I'd like to toast
your shrimp.

Why did I
let you come?

Look, I'm just going
to check out
the kitchen help, okay?

Yeah. Suit yourself.


What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing?

Come here, come here,
come here.

Let me tell you something.

Mmm! Hang on.

Come here.

The main foyer.
The guest of honor
has arrived.

And here comes
the main attraction.

Hors d'oeuvres?
Now get out of here.

Remember what curiosity
did to the cat.

Oh, the jewelry store,
of course.
How could I forget?

Did you enjoy the bracelet?
Very much.

Are you alone tonight?

I'm sure Jim wouldn't mind
if you mingled with us.


No, I mean, no,
of course I wouldn't mind,

but I think that Miss Michaels
would be bored glad-handing
the press with us.

Actually, I'm here with a date.
He's just getting the cab.
Here he is.

David Carroubi,
these are our hosts,
Mr. and Mrs. Dupre.

David Carroubi.

David Carroubi.

And this is
Mr. and Mrs. Harris.

Oh, please, Mary and Jim.
How do you do?

It's strange.
I have this feeling
we've met before.

David is with TIME magazine.
TIME magazine. Ah.

Why don't you go introduce Linda
to Larry Stephens over there?
It'd be good for her.


Well, he's with TIME magazine,
too, isn't he?

Good old Larry. Sure.

Linda, let's get a drink.

Why didn't you tell me
this was a press scene?

What's the big deal?

I don't like mixing work
with pleasure.

I guess if it goes right,
it'll be okay for the sea
in the first place.

Hi. Good evening.
Nice to see you here.

Nice to see you here.
Thank you very much for coming.

You know, we have the exact same
percentage of salt in our blood
as exists in the ocean.

Is that right?
Hank, good work.


What are you doing here?

Taking tennis lessons.
What does it look like?

Look, I'm sorry
about what happened.

I'm sorry, too.

Um, I'm here with
a member of the press,

so could you...pretend
like you don't know me
or something?

Who could forget you?

Caviar, sir?

I'd recognize
that dress anywhere.

What are you doing here?

You look beautiful.

I'm glad somebody noticed.

I've always noticed.
You've just never cared.

Tell John I'm leaving.

Listen, I'm a honk away
from being exposed.

I work as a clown.

Oh, no!

Okay. So, you're just--
Stay away from Mrs. Dupre.

Just stay away, okay?
Thank you for your help.

...clown shoes.

Here. Come on.
Yeah. See...

Catch up with you later,
all right?

Hi there.

Oh, hi.

How do you do?

Talk to you later.

I've never seen you
like this.

I miss you.

Having fun?

I'm not having fun.

By the way, Mary's been
getting suspicious lately.

Why should she?
I don't know.

I just thought maybe you'd like
to stay away from her tonight.
I don't know why.

We could probably have
a very interesting chat.
Don't be ridiculous.

Good evening, Mr. Chase.


Do you know F.S.?

Uh... All right.

Francine Scott.
Francine Scott.

She's coming!


Everything okay?
Absolutely fine.

If you'll excuse me
for just one second,
I'm going to go freshen up.

Oh, please, please.

Darling, isn't that
the young man we saw with
Miss Michaels a few weeks ago?

Maybe they broke up.

He came with a man tonight.

Isn't that interesting?

Well, I think I'm going
to go ask Linda about it.


It's almost 10.

Shouldn't we go get Mary?

Mmm, nice shade.


Linda, can I
ask you a question?


It's about my husband.

Sure. Yeah.

This is very difficult
for me.

But I think he's been
having an affair.

Mrs. Harris-- Mary...

Now, I know
you two are close.

Very close.

Then I came across a receipt
for some jewelry--

jewelry he never gave me.

What jewelry?
A pin.

A monogrammed pin.

I don't know anything
about a pin.

Very expensive.

Bought a couple
of months ago.

Initials, "F.S."

Hi, Linda.
Isn't this party great?

Hi, Francine.

Francine, this is Mary.
Mary Harris, Francine Scott.

Hi. Nice to meet you.


Francine Scott.

Yeah. That's my name.
Don't wear it out.

How long have you
been sleeping with Jim?

What are you talking about?

My husband.

Tall guy, expensive taste.

Excuse me.

Well, Mary should be here
any second now.

I can't believe that you were
sleeping with Francine Scott

the whole time
you were sleeping with me.

Would you keep
your voice down?

Sure. We don't want
to humiliate you
in front of the press.

How could I have
fallen for your line?

What line? Linda-- Linda,
you're very special to me.

Ahh! There's the line.
I'm very special.

Your wife's very special.
Francine's very special.

Can we talk about this tomorrow
when you're more rational?

You have this fantasy
that I'm going to get
more rational over time.

I have a fantasy, too,
and that's that the esteemed
members of the press

would like to hear about
your promiscuous office conduct!

I don't know about them,
but I sure as hell would.

Okay, I'm sleeping
with Francine.
Are you happy now?

Not happy, but...

I knew I was losing you.
I just needed
a fallback position.

A fallback?
Me, a fallback?

Linda, you okay?

Listen, you don't have
to put any of that stuff
in your article, do you?

And who are you?

David Carroubi
from TIME magazine.

No, he's not with TIME.
Marco the clown!

What are you talking about?
He's a reporter.

Philippe, where the hell
have you been?


Who are you?
He's a friend of mine.

A waiter.

An actor.

John, you didn't.
I did.

Oh, no, no, please.

Rocco, Philippe, David,
whoever you are.

Just forget it.

Linda, what's going on?
Oh, it's a bad time
to ask.

Mrs. Harris, could we have
a statement, please?

Before you leave...

I'd like to-- My wife and I
would like to apologize

for the rather bizarre behavior
you've all just witnessed.

Mrs. Michaels has just been
through a traumatic divorce,

and Mary and I have been
helping her through
this trying time.

We hope and pray
that she will find

the peace of mind that
she's been looking for.


Will you apologize to her?
Because this is terrible.

I know it's terrible.
I will. I promise.
I'll apologize.

And remember,
whatever happens,

we'll always have Paris.

You like that?
You do a terrible
Humphrey Bogart.

But I love you.

You just liked off
my top lip.

Have you removed all
sharp objects from your reach?

Don't tempt me.

Can you forgive me?
Oh, it's me
that should be sorry.

This whole mess
has been my fault.

But I've learned my lesson,
believe me.

Oh, me, too.

But, unfortunately,
a lot of people got hurt
along the way.

I mean,
you're out of a job,

Harris won't be senator,
his wife's heartbroken.

Oh, look, I think we've saved
the American voter

a huge mistake with Jim.

And as far as
his wife's concerned,

I don't think she's
exactly heartbroken.

And you?

I'm going into
private practice.

Oh, that's great.

I've already got
my first client--
Mary Harris.

We're taking Jim
to the cleaners.

Oh, perfect.
Oh, before I forget...


B.B. King.
Thank you.

Your Peter Gabriel.
Thank you.

And your Billie Holiday.

No, you keep
the Billie Holiday.

It was a gift.

I should go.

You're busy, and I'm
meeting Kate in half an hour.

You're still together?

Mmm, could say that.
We're getting married next week.

Get out of here.


Looks like I ended up with
the perfect woman after all.


So that means--

You're out of
the alimony biz.

Well, here.

Consider it
a wedding present.

I don't want you to be
a starving artist forever.

Thank you.

But, no, thank you.

This artist hasn't done
that much starving,

so maybe it's
about time he did.

A secret admirer?

An old friend.

A new old friend.

Well, I hope
it works out.

Me, too.

Well, now I have to get
a new job and a new life.

Well, personally,
I like your old life.

It needs fine-tuning.

But, uh,
with some new tires

and a new luggage rack...

Yeah, yeah.
Very, very funny.

Hey, I'm a funny guy!

No, you're not.
You're a great guy.

I don't know what I
would've done without you
through all this.

Well, I hope
you'll never find out.