Blue Jasmine

(LOUIS ARMSTRONG AND THE ALL STARS' "BACK O' TOWN BLUES" PLAYING)

There was no one like Hal.

He met me at a party and swept me off my feet.

"Blue Moon" was playing.

You know "Blue Moon?" Sure.

I still remember that. Oh.

And one more year and I would have graduated.

But I quit BU to marry him. I mean, what was I learning at school anyway?

I mean, can you picture me as an anthropologist?

Is that a joke?

The sex was always great. Well, he was nine years older than me.

He'd already made and lost a fortune.

But then he made it back, and more. I mean, much more.

God, he was dynamic.

Taught me everything I know about real lovemaking,

not that I care to get too graphic.

Believe me when I tell you. They tried six medications on me.

Cocktails, they call them.

The only cocktail that helped was a Stoli martini.

I never trusted doctors.

Doctors put both my parents in early graves.

I have never been to San Francisco.

And Hal and I traveled everywhere. I hear it's beautiful.

I'll be staying with my sister, Ginger. She's divorced.

Biologically, she's not my sister. She's adopted. We're both adopted.

I couldn't stand her ex-husband. He used to hit her.

That's mine. The Vuitton.

My plan is to start a new life out here. Hm.

Put everything behind me and start fresh.

Go West. Was it Horace Greeley who said that? "Go West."

Oh, there's my family. It was really nice talking to you.

Oh, I'll call you, maybe for lunch.

I don't have your number.

Who's that woman you were talking to? I was sitting next to her on the plane.

She was talking to herself.

I thought she said something to me. I said, "What?"

But she couldn't stop babbling about her life.

Where...? Where am I exactly?

You said 305 South Van Ness.

- Can you wait, help me with my bags? - Sure.

I don't know where she is.

She expected me.

The plane was on time.

Yes, I'm... I'm... You all right?

I'm fine. I just sometimes get where I can't take a deep breath

and when I can, it makes me panic and it makes it even worse.

Okay.

Could I have some privacy? Sure, sure.

Hello, Ginger?

Yes, I'm here. I'm right in front of the place.

It is 305?

Uh-huh.

Ugh. Well, how long?

What? Where is it?

No, no, I see it. Okay. Oh, okay.

Just... Would you please hurry? My sister left the keys in the bar.

- Can you wait? - Sure.

Is that it?

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Have a great day, all right? Bye-bye.

So, what do you think? I love it.

The fireplaces work. I don't like when they're for show.

It's so light and airy and the ceilings are so high.

How can anyone breathe with a low ceiling? The view.

You wanted Fifth Avenue. Central Park. Superb.

Oh, this space is perfect.

We hardly have to do a thing.

You shouldn't spoil me so. Well, why not?

Who else am I gonna spoil? Did I tell you my news?

What? Danny is gonna be living with us.

Oh, honey. Oh, that's great news.

I worked it out with his mom, her lawyers.

Oh, he'll be so much happier when he's with us full-time.

Happy birthday, Danny.

Kids at school say we're really rich and that you give money to charity.

Sure I do. You gotta remember as you go through life

to share what you earn with the less fortunate.

Not everyone is as lucky as we are.

Domingo? Yes, ma'am.

Another bottle of the Margaux. Sure.

Excuse me.

It would look perfect. Wouldn't wash me out?

No, not at all. Not the way he...

Oh, isn't he sweet?

This song was playing when Hal and I first met.

(CONAL FOWKES' "BLUE MOON" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

- I fell in love with the name Jasmine. - Oh, so romantic.

I changed it. Yeah, Jeanette had no panache.

This song was playing when we first met.

You know it? Yeah, we met at a party at Martha's Vineyard.

"Blue Moon."

Come on, boys.

Okay, let's go, Augie. I gotta get home. Someone's waiting.

We helped Dad move the furniture today.

Oh, really? That's your idea of taking the boys?

Letting them help you lug somebody's furniture upstairs?

- They loved it. Great exercise. - Yeah?

- They... We ate franks and beans. - Yeah.

- Relax. - Let's go, Johnny, come on.

- Come on. Let's go. Come on. - What's the rush?

What's the rush, Ginger? You got a date?

It's none of your business.

It happens to be Jeanette, so... Jeanette?

Jasmine? What is she doing in town?

She's living with me till she gets back on her feet.

She's had a bad time. Yeah. Uh-huh.

When she had money, she wanted nothing to do with you.

Now that she's broke, she's moving in.

She's not just broke. She's screwed up.

And it's none of your damn business. She's family.

She stole our money. Okay.

Understand? We could have been set. That was our whole chance in life.

For the last time, Augie, he was the crook, not her, okay?

What the hell did she know about finance?

Don't stand there and tell me that. She's married to a guy for years,

up to his ass in phony real estate and bank fraud.

She knew nothing about it?

Believe me, she knew, Ginger. Okay? She knew.

But when all those diamonds and minks were flying in,

she just looked the other way. I don't think so, Augie.

You said it. You said to me, "She's a phony and had to know."

Jasmine, your country house is so beautiful.

See? I'm sorry, but we need an answer on this.

I told you, you change the name of the corporation.

Operate under Global Innovations. I don't know if we can.

I think we can, actually.

- Pay out of the accounts in Amsterdam. - Amsterdam.

Whenever I hear them, they're one step ahead of the Justice Department.

Just hope your house is not bugged. Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, I never pay attention to Hal's business affairs.

I have no head for that sort of thing.

We transfer to the old corporation? We could. Perfectly legal.

It would be a mistake under that name. Definitely get in trouble for that.

Just don't file a joint tax return. Ha, ha, ha.

Don't say that. I sign anything. I'm very trusting.

Famous last words.

It's called looking the other way.

Jasmine. Oh, my God. Oh.

Look at you. Look at you.

Oh, I am so sorry for the wait.

Sorry, I think I'm in Paris. It's okay.

No, it's fine. Augie's day with the boys.

Well, no wonder you're late.

Hello. Matthew, is it? Yeah.

Boys, say hello. I told you about her, remember?

Hi, I'm Jasmine. Shake hands. Okay, go play.

They're big. I know.

I'm getting it first. Quiet, you two.

Well, they're loud. Stop running around.

Christ, this kid's got... What the hell is it? ADD?

- Yeah. Your place is homey. - Are you kidding me?

No, I mean, it's got a very... Well, it's casual charm.

God, knock it off, Jasmine.

I need to stay here for a while. No, I do.

I'm out of cash. Okay.

Couldn't pay my rent in Brooklyn. Can you believe

I had to move out of my home, take a place in Brooklyn?

But I'm dead broke. Really, the government took everything.

And the lawyers.

And I can't be alone, Ginger.

I really get some bad thoughts when I'm alone.

Well, you know, all I can say is, you look great.

Oh. Now who's lying? You do.

You know, I was up all last night. I was so anxious

Yeah? about moving hem

I wasn't sure how angry you still were. Oh, well...

Another drink? We're celebrating. Of course, yeah.

Oh, the flight was bumpy. Uh-huh.

I didn't eat anything on the plane. Oh, the food was awful. Here it is.

I mean, you'd think first class, right?

You flew first class?

I don't know how anyone puts up with those airlines.

Isn't first class a fortune? Yes, I was quite shocked.

I thought you were tapped out. I'm worse than tapped out, baby.

I've run up some serious debts.

So how did you fly first class?

I don't know, Ginger. I just did.

All I meant was, if you've got no money, to go first class...

You know me. I splurge from habit.

Would you stop staring at my luggage?

Yes, it's Louis Vuitton.

You told me you had to sell everything. Look, look, look.

These are used, old suitcases. See, with my initials. Who'd want them?

I sold what jewels and furs I could hide from Uncle Sam.

God, I hate to tell you about that.

Jewelry is priceless, a great investment when you buy it at Graff or Van Cleef

until you're desperate for money and forced to sell,

and then it seems you can't give it away.

Kids, stop it, come on!

- Were you adopted? - Yes.

We were both adopted.

Born to different moms and dads, but raised by the same morn and dad.

Could you stop doing that gun thing? Sorry.

- Got migraine from the pressurized cabin. - Matthew.

Did you like the new mom and dad?

Yes, of course... Aunt Jasmine did.

I ran away from home as fast as my feet could carry me.

How come? Well...

Our mother liked Aunt Jasmine and not me.