Blue Money (1972)

Alain Patrick: Jim Dasal

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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] 

• Jim : Then what's the point? Why waste taxpayers' money?

  Vice Cop in Leather Jacket : Because! I'm gonna get you back in line. Back in line with the average guy. You're gonna stay in line too. Oh, this is gonna cost you plenty, De Salle. Bail, lawyers, appeals. It's gonna cost you other things too, De Salle. You're always gonna be looking over your shoulder, because we might be back there checking on you. You see, we don't think that guys like you that deal in obscenities, contribute anything to the community.

  Jim : Well, I've got news for you. It's the community who comes to see what I do. Nobody forces them, nobody grabs them and throw them in a car, and then strong-arm them into a theater. The only obscene thing is this proceeding.

  voice of police official : All right, can he go, Lieutenant?

  Vice Cop in Leather Jacket : He can go.

  [Jim starts leaving] 

  Vice Cop in Leather Jacket : We'll be watching your ass, De Salle.

  Jim : Well, watch me, okay? I certainly wouldn't wanna frustrate your compulsion to invade privacy.

  [sighs] 

  Jim : Watch me in the middle of the ocean, because that's where I'm gonna be... Me, my wife and my kid. Away from the average guy who lets people like you control him, free from getting back in line. I don't like officials who lord it over me.

  [makes derisive gesture at the cop] 

  Jim : Your menu sucks!

  Vice Cop in Leather Jacket : Get out of here, De Salle! And stay on dry land so that you can make your arraignment, okay?