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What is this thing called love?

This funny thing called love?

Just who can solve its mystery?

Why should it make a fool of me?

I saw you there that wonderful day.

You took my love and threw it away.

And so I ask the Lord in heaven above,

what is this thing called love?

Vacationing in Hanoi. A antique shop
owned by a Madame Wang of old things.

Oh, fuck! She was a German erotica buff
and a hunchback, actually.

She brought out this joy -fucked tub and
we cut a deal over a pipe load of

tight... I can feel my soul melting.
Spin me faster!

Luther, I'm in love with you. I've been
fucked you.

Femi, you are an epicure of rivaled
rotation.

You talk the way a cock would if it had
a degree in English language.

You've got a fizz in your drink, don't
you? I love having sex with you. It's

like ice cream and zebras.

You know who'd love this thing?

Michael in a squeeze.

You mean Jocelyn? She just might.

No!

Jocelyn anything.

I mean, she's engaged to Michael.

Oh, Luther.

I'm having an affair with you when I'm
married.

Oh, my God, you are?

Oh, don't you think if I said something,
it would get us in hot water, Mr. Big

Fat Luther?

Oh, I guess it would.

All right, little shit. I'm ready to go
for another spin.

You're making way too much of this. Can
we just drop it? Fine. Drop.

Okay. Not that fast.

Joss, if you want to come, you should.

I'm not saying that. I'm just saying
you're driving to Santa Barbara.

Spend the damn night.

Oh, you said damn.

That means you want to come.

Emotional emphasis.

Dead giveaway.

I can't go.

I have an 8 a .m. breakfast meeting
tomorrow.

Problem solved.

Such a nice view from up here.

You know, you could almost see your
future if you had a big enough

What does that even mean?

Well, think about it.

Do I have to?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Okay, okay. Let me help.

I'm just nervous.

I want to...

Meeting to go well in Santa Barbara.

It'll go perfectly.

You'll be there.

I have to talk to your dad in the
conference room.

Okay, I'll walk you to class.

Hold on, Ray.

I'd have got here sooner, but I had to
play hide -and -seek with highway patrol

all the way to Laguna.

Child. Will you look at this face?

It's in the box, Pop.

Magic from the wizard.

A bomber jacket?

We expecting air raids?

Fucking comedian. It's got the new
company logo on it. Put it on. Come on.

People love that evil shit all over
their clothes. That Lucifer thing is

than ever.

I just read in Forbes that Lucky Devil
is the number one oil additive in the

western states.

Life. It's all about lubrication.

Son,

we having a conversation here?

It's called work, Pop.

Highly overrated.

My credo, invent shit, live off it, have
fun.

He left out vodka as a food group.

I can't talk right now. I got to go meet
Mr. Delacorte in the conference room.

Oh, I'll drop you and say hello.

Well, what a surprise.

Victor, hello.

How they hanging, Artie? Well, perhaps
to everyone's relief, they keep that to

themselves.

Ready for lunch, sweetheart?

Artie, you're talking to me, right?

Up in your silent balls.

Uh, Dad, look at Vic's new logo.

Ah, Mephistopheles.

Mephistopheles. It's fake.

Exquisite. Yeah. Hey, Michael.

Give me a check. I'll get you another
one. Oh, no, no. Uh, look, Victor, uh,

gotta try this. Come on, now.

Come on, now.

Yeah.

You look like bad people, Artie.

Well, you do feel a bit rowdy.

Listen, if you'll excuse us, I have to
have a moment alone with Michael.

Life's a barbershop.

Next.

Call me.

Now, remember, Tony Polk was formidable.

She did not marry into her billions. She
earned them the old -fashioned way. She

crushed people.

I'll call if it gets sticky.

Oh, it'll start sticky, and it'll
devolve from there.

I've represented the Whitlocks forever.

Protect them.

Thanks for humoring my dad.

Yeah. I'll make some excuses.

Get your hands off my fucking jacket.

Yeah.

Michael Strathmore.

I'm mentally addressing you.

Who is this?

Dr. Feelgood? Where are you?

Home. I got suspended.

Again? For what?

Being myself.

Told you not to do that.

Busy? On my way to Santa Barbara for a
business meeting.

Must be nice to have plans.

Ways to go, things to do. It is. You
should try it.

You ever been to Santa Barbara?

Is this a survey or an invitation?

An invitation.

Let me think about it.

Okay.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Are we spending the night?

Yeah, you man enough?

Yeah.

Bring a nice dress.

Thank us?

Absolutely.

Lucky devil I am.

You hold it up to your car engine, and
it tells you whether or not you need

Another 10 million. Keep this tub afloat
for about another month.

You know the great thing about living on
a boat?

We're always in the same place.

even when you're somewhere else.

My first wife used to like to take
vacations together.

It's a bad fucking idea.

You go somewhere together, it makes it
look like you're unavailable.

Knocks the crap out of your
opportunities.

Anyway, women always want to take too
much stuff.

I say travel light.

Bag of condoms and a ball.

Love the gloves.

They're driving gloves.

Unborn calfskin from Dusseldorf.

Does it come with an iPad and a whip?

Uh -huh.

Thanks for the jailbreak, Clint.

I thought about us going away together,
you know, at some point.

Yeah, what stopped you?

Voracious guilt?

No, no, not voracious.

Mom.

Take me back.

All I know is some new guy swung by and
took her to Santa Barbara.

And she took a dress.

What kind?

Summery. Have they ever been together
for more than just enough time to have

orgasm and a bicker?

Or is it bicker and have an orgasm?

No and no. This has the makings of a
real bloodbath.

Proximity kills.

You never know. Maybe this one will go
the distance, like that weekend I hid

with Sinatra.

But Liz thinks never go the distance.

She has a boyfriend.

That guy, Highway.

That's a distance.

She dated him for an hour and a half.

And even that was tense. They all end
with her. They have to. Why?

Because.

Sorry, I can't tell you. I swore.

It's a secret.

Interesting.

I'm going to get a soda. You want
something? Oh, yeah.

Grab me one of those double express,
both broken at can things.

It'll take a week.

Okay.

The phone was locked.

I couldn't wait.

And his room was open.

I saw.

I lied.

Checking my contraband.

Homeland security.

day here.

Yeah, well, now's your chance.

What about your voracious guilt?

It'll be waiting for me back in L .A.

You want to use the room to freshen up?
And wash you off me?

I love the way I smell after we fuck.

I'll leave a key for you at the desk. We
should be done around 5, 5 .30. What

are you going to do?

Walk around?

See if Oprah's in town?

Strathmore.

Mr. Whitlock.

Good to see you again.

Arthur sends his apologies. Not a
problem.

So, Tony Pope.

What are we looking at?

110 pounds of pure, unmitigated testicle
chomping.

Arthur tells me she flew in in her G5
two years ago from Ketchum and started

writing checks.

First one was for 40 million for the
Chamber Ranch, and she hasn't put down

pen since.

Why does she want your newspaper so bad?

Because she doesn't have it.

And we haven't been particularly kind.

Actually, you've been cocksuckers.

Don't go back, Tony.

Say hello to Michael Strathmore.

Why?

Because I'm representing him.

Where's Arthur Delacorte?

He's hiding. You scared him.

He sends his regrets.

He told me to handle this.

This or me?

He wasn't specific.

Should we go out to my suite?

For what?

I'd rather not be specific.

It's easy being venerable.

People expect you to be sophisticated
and diplomatic.

Sage.

I hate that shit.

I used to be a great white.

People dreaded me. They ran for the
beach screaming.

Back then, someone asked me, how can you
live with yourself?

So I divorced her.

Those were great times.

Now I've got all the accoutrements. I've
got the distinguished hair. I've got

the bespoke suits.

And, uh, alcoholism.

It's a fucking American dream.

Mr. Whitlock's never going to let you
change the name of his newspaper.

He's been in the Whitlock family for
generations.

Well, it bores my ass off.

And what does he care about tradition?

He doesn't even wear socks.

I think you're misjudging him. I don't
misjudge men.

I know exactly who Donnie is.

I know who you are, too, Michael
Strathmore.

Who am I?

Someone who doesn't know what he's got
going for him.

Who's confused.

Who's trying to figure out his next
move.

How much do I owe you for the session?
Take it out of your first week's pay.

Come work for me.

I'm happy where I am.

Say that again.

But this time, be convincing.

What's it going to be, Tony?

The name change is never going to fly.

Sentimental issue with the Whitlock.

Sentimental. The Whitlocks have battery
acid in their veins.

Add another million.

That offer is good for one more hour.

I will convey that to my client.

And one more thing.

That was way out of line.

Yeah, I know.

Who does your box?

I do. I pay a Jamaican man 300 bucks.

But I like yours better.

I hear that a lot.

Anyway, I'm doing business with this guy
that I just really want to fuck.

So, fuck him.

Did you see that movie Black Swan?

What did you think about the girl -girl
stuff?

I think it could have been better.
Really?

How? Are you here alone?

I'm here with someone.

That is a shame.

Because I would really like to taste
that pussy.

Rain check.

No offense.

Oh, none taken. I'm here negotiating
this deal and it always makes me horny.

What about you? What makes you horny?

Everything.

One more glass, please.

Hope you don't mind. I have a friend
joining us.

Tony Pope, on behalf of the Whitlock
family, may I say this deal has been

and degrading, but your generous new
offer has made it all better.

Here's the money to improve yourself,
Donnie.

Buy some socks.

John Whitlock, Tony Pope, this is Liz.

Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Same here.

So what is it that you do, Liz? Are you
a model? Actor?

Cop.

Interesting.

Dangerous job.

I had some close -shaves.

Ah, it's worked out great. My boss is
going to be thrilled.

I have a feeling she looks great naked.

Really? Yeah.

I get instincts about people.

She's a street fighter.

I think she'd be fun to hang out with.

Tony Pope does not have fun. Tony Pope
wins and then executes her prisoners.

You're such a smart guy. You know shit
about people.

Okay.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Wow. The first time I've seen
you afraid to speak your mind.

I'm never afraid to speak my mind.

I'm just afraid that you won't be able
to handle it. Try me.

I just got suspended for following my
instincts and speaking my mind.

You know what? You're playing games with
me.

You want to know what's on my mind?

Come here.

I'll tell you what's on my mind.

You've been talking about what a
barracuda this Tony Pope is. What tough

customer. You know who gives him the
creeps?

Your guy, Whitlock.

That's a bullshit artist. No, you're
wrong. I know this guy.

You're just thinking. Thank you, dear.
Thank you. Thank you for this primer on

the art of human relations. Now, if I
don't seem entirely grateful, you'll

to excuse me.

Let me tell you how I think.

I think that you've been on the streets
a little too long.

And everyone's a perp.

Come on, we've got an hour and a half
drive ahead of us.

Do you think that might be if I take
this road?

Oh, what about the shaving mirror in the
bathroom?

It's right in the wall.

Oh, that will look great in my bedroom.
Come on, let me lift it.

Yeah, Luther.

Deal's done.

Whitlock's walking away with an extra
million?

What? Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

Whitlock fucked us.

Tony was just his stalking horse.

He used her to juice up her offer and
then he sold it half an hour later to

somebody he already had lined up.

Delacorte's fired his ass as a client.

Motherfucker!

What are you gonna do now?

I'll go over and beat the living shit
out of him.

You want my gun?

Hey.

Thanks. For what?

For not saying...

How did you know?

I have feelings about things