Blue Money (1972)

Barbara Mills: Lisa

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• Lisa : [as Jim lies with his head cradled in her lap, and they share a bottle of wine]  I'm gonna come down to the studio and spy on you.

  [muttering to herself:] 

  Lisa : And see what they do that transforms you.

  [brightly:] 

  Lisa : I'll bring you lunch.

  Jim : I don't want you to come down there, love. It is not Disneyland.

  Lisa : Hey, the things you say to me, sometimes are really weird. The way you look at me is so weird. Sometimes... sometimes I feel like pouring this wine over your head.

  [takes another swig from the bottle] 

• Lisa : [answering phone]  Hallo? Just a minute.

  [at bottom of stairs, teasing smile as Jim comes down, her eyes sparkling] 

  Lisa : A girl.

  [he kisses her hand as he passes by] 

  Jim : [on phone]  Yeah? Hey, look, how did you get this number?

  [looking up at Lisa:] 

  Jim : It's one of the models, looking for some work.

  Lisa : I don't like her calling here.

  [goes back up the stairs in a huff] 

  Jim : How did you get this number, Ingrid?

  Ingrid : I went through a lot of trouble getting it. Don't be mad...

  Jim : I'm not mad.

  Ingrid : Look, I'd really like to get into some work right now.

  Jim : I have to be straight with you. I don't relish the idea of...

  [little sigh] 

  Jim : seeing you ball some guy for money. I just think you can do better than that.

  Ingrid : [dreamily]  You're very nice. Was that your wife who answered the phone?

  Jim : Look, Ingrid, I...

  Ingrid : I'm sorry.

  [sighs] 

  Ingrid : I just need the money very badly.

  [he sighs uncomfortably] 

  Ingrid : I don't mind the work. It's... it's less than nothing to me.

  Jim : [resignedly]  Come down to the studio tomorrow morning, I'll see what I can do.

• Lisa : [as her straying husband climbs into bed with her]  Hi.

  [sleepily reaching out towards him] 

  Jim : Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.

  Lisa : The back of your neck is wet.

  Jim : I... uh, stopped off at Mike's, took a shower.

  Lisa : Oh.

  [smiles, turns over] 

  Jim : Goodnight.

  Lisa : Goodnight.

  [goes back to sleep] 

• Lisa : [witness to his infidelity]  I came down to the boat. I said, I came down to the boat to tell you Mike called! That was the girl, right?

  Jim : What? She's a model. We met at the boat.

  Lisa : She's kinda beautiful. I can see how you would enjoy balling her.

  Jim : Now wait a minute, Lisa.

  Lisa : I said I can see how you would.

  Jim : I haven't been balling that girl!

  Lisa : There's only one girl around here that you haven't been balling. It makes me suppose there have been other times with these models of yours, right?

  Jim : Oh, that's what you've been carrying around. You've actually been carrying...

  Lisa : How many other times?

  Jim : No other times!

  Lisa : Come on, Jim!

  Jim : Why are you fantasizing? You're jealous of some... poor, pathetic girl on whom you're building a... a fantasy.

  Lisa : Oh, come off it!

  [their little baby girl sits watching Mommy and Daddy argue] 

  Lisa : Stop turning it around towards my problems. You're the one that's balling her, not me!

  Jim : What do you want from me? The girl needs somebody to talk to! She's just a poor screwed-up little...

  Lisa : Okay, Freud!

  [heads off to the kitchen] 

  Lisa : What are we gonna do about this, huh? What are we gonna do?

  Jim : About what? What is going on?

  [follows her] 

  Jim : All right, I've been balling her. You want me to say I've made it with her? Okay. Is that what you want? Fine.

  [waves victoriously balled fist] 

  Jim : Right on.

  Lisa : I'll tell you what I want. I want you to quit making these films for Mike. Yeah, I would be happy to go back a year, a year-and-a-half ago. Away from the... rip-offs, the possibility of being busted, and everything coming apart, away from the way you are now.

• Jim : [strokes her long, brown hair]  Can't you give me a little help? Things are tough now, but...

  [sighs] 

  Jim : look, we're so very close, Lisa, we're very close.

  Lisa : [pertinent]  Jim, we are so close to nothing.

  Mike : [knocks, enters]  Christ! Where have you been?

  Jim : [bothered, sighs]  Go outside, Mike!

  Mike : They busted Joe Galano's!

  Jim : Wait outside, will you?

  Lisa : They busted Galano? Oh, God.

  [to Jim:] 

  Lisa : Now you can quit. Now it's all over. It has to be, it's too close.

  Jim : Stop acting like a middle-class bitch! You'd better make your mind up about what you want.

  [rubbing her shoulder] 

  Jim : Look, a couple more films, and we're clear!

  Lisa : [panicking]  Maybe... maybe you have to get straight. I mean, maybe.

  [exhales] 

  Lisa : Okay, I... I just can't do it here, I'd better go away. I'll take the baby.

  [she picks her up] 

  Lisa : What if something happens?

  [tearfully] 

  Lisa : What if you get busted? We're going to Ellen's. I just can't think straight now, love.

  [heads upstairs to go grab some stuff]