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The fighting

broke out overnight between rival factions along the

Israeli-Syrian border.

Initial report of a base killing at least

49 soldiers and 13 civilians.

Damage to the base is said to be

heavy and the Israeli jazzer reported by the

medivac to the headquarters safely.

A 49-year-old unidentified man went berserk

last night opening fire with a 12-gauge

shotgun in a crowded downtown restaurant.

14 people are dead, including three children and

four others who suffered serious injuries.

Go get me a couple six-packs of

beer, will you?

Matthew, please, not tonight.

Go on.

And two cartons of Pelmel Filters, please.

Two cartons of Pelmel Filters.

$37.80. I'd like to open an account.

You're telling me you have no money.

Well, we understand that you extend credit.

That's why we chose this shop.

Yes.

You do extend credit.

Oh, yes.

I have credit for a steady customer.

I never see your face.

My sister and I, we just moved in

across the street over at the Ritz Court.

It's number 102.

You have a job?

Yeah.

I'm an artist.

Artist?

Like paint-paint artist?

Yeah, I paint pictures.

I'm an artist.

No credit for artist.

All right, look, friend.

Matthew, please, don't start.

Oh, your sister, she has a very nice

English accent.

We were separated as children.

We've only recently been reunited.

Okay, look.

How about if we just take the beers

and a pack of Pelmel Filters?

How's that?

The beers and Pelmel, $9.50. You do

have money, huh?

That's it.

That's the last of the chapel broke.

Yeah.

Well, let's not think about it till tomorrow,

eh?

Your change, your beer, and your cigarettes.

I'm out of here.

Bud, come here.

You're gonna make a bet for me tomorrow.

On what?

On whatever you think is good.

All right?

Come on, go to bed.

Knock yourself out, Bud Gowen.

What the

fuck are you staring at?

What?

What the fuck are you staring at?

I'm sorry.

What?

You know what?

Actually, I was, uh...

I was sketching you.

Let's see.

Yeah, well, the dick ain't big enough.

I can fix that.

Bud Gowen, my man.

So how'd you do today?

Fine.

As usual.

You gotta take me out of the track

with you sometime.

I could really use some of that easy

money.

Nah, I never take anyone to the track.

Throws me off my game.

All right.

That's my man.

Let's settle up.

We can't.

Oh, that's right.

It's the first of the month.

That's what I like about you, Bud.

You always pay on time.

All right, let's see, Bud.

Bud, you owe $20.23. Just give me

$20, and we're even.

Thank you.

Listen, Bud.

What are you doing Saturday night?

Nothing.

I thought so.

Because, uh, my wife, she has sister.

And, uh, sister has daughter.

And daughter, she goes to college somewhere in

Arizona.

And, uh, she is going to stay with

us this...

How much does she weigh?

No, no, no, no, no.

It is nothing like that.

It's worse?

A little.

I'm hitting the box.

Knock yourself out!

Bud.

I want you to watch the store.

Have to take big shit.

And don't give anyone any credit, for Christ's

sakes.

Two packs of Pal-Mal, please.

Is that all?

Mm-hmm.

Do you have a cold or something?

Oh, uh, I work in the box.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that's you.

I've seen you back there.

That's 370.

That's...

394.

See ya.

Hey.

Hmm?

I got some supplies.

How'd you swing that?

I went to visit mother.

Yeah?

She's always good for a visit.

Only 20 this time.

Oh.

A cheap bitch send me her regards?

Of course not.

Have you noticed that biker?

Yes.

You like him?

No way, Matthew.

There's, um...

There's this guy at the liquor store.

Weird guy, but...

He could be good.

Surprise me.

You think you're so smart?

Hey, let me go, let me go.

Give me.

What do you got?

Let me go, you overweight.

Come here.

You think you're so smart, huh?

Let me go.

Why don't you put sign around your neck?

Say I steal anything.

Yeah.

He puts this bottle of mineral water under

his jacket.

What the hell is this world coming to?

I don't know.

Ah, yes, bud.

Tonight is Academy Award night.

You want to get in on the Oscar

pool?

Nah.

It's only $5.

You can win as much as $2,000.

Nah, I don't gamble.

Oh, I don't gamble.

I like that for coming from you.

Hey, bud.

That English blondie was looking for you today.

And you told her where I live?

Of course.

Don't ever do that again.

Hi.

Hi.

You don't remember me, do you?

Should I?

That's okay.

I bought a pack of cigarettes from you

last night.

Remember?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I know this is terribly forward of me,

but, um, I don't know anybody around here.

I just moved in at apartment 102.

Yeah, I know.

I saw the boxes.

Would you like some company or...

Or are you busy?

Um, well, I'm busy.

I'm, uh, studying.

Oh.

Are you a student?

I'm, uh...

I'm a horse player.

Really?

That's interesting.

My brother loves horses.

My brother and I are roommates.

Look.

Why don't you come down and have dinner

with us around 8 tomorrow night?

I'm sure he'd love to meet you.

I work.

Well, think about it.

We'd love to have you.

Okay.

Talk to you later.

Don't even try!

Son of a bitch, get up!

Oh, you have money today.

Is that fellow in the box this evening?

Bud?

Yes.

Why?

I just wanted to invite him to dinner.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

My sister Randy invited you to come over

for dinner tomorrow night, and I do hope

you'll come.

The name's Matthew.

How do you do?

You know, my favorite thing in the world

is making a new friend.

You like me.

I have few repulsive habits, and if you

ever need me, babe, I'm there for you.

Uh...

I-I can't come to dinner.

What, you don't want to make friends?

I didn't say...

All right, just twist the knife.

If you don't come, you'll regret it for

the rest of your life.

This is some kind of joke, right?

You'll be missing out on something.

Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad.

But you'll never know for sure.

Say you'll come.

No.

Great.

Wait, wait!

I said no!

See you at 8.

Sit, sit.

Bud...

I have always felt that I have been

very close to you.

Now, don't ask me why, but, uh, you

worked for me for two years, and I

never ask you anything about your private life.

But for the last two years, I see

you walk in and you walk out of

this goddamn box.

I like the box.

Oh, I like the box, I like the

box.

What the hell is there to like about

this goddamn box?

I like it.

It's...

It's quiet.

It's quiet.

Big deal.

For two years, it's racetrack box, racetrack box.

Are you going crazy?

Variety is the spice of life.

And is it so terrible that this guy,

he ask you to go to DNL?

I think maybe you can pom-pom his

sister, right?

You have nothing to say about that?

Well, fuck you.

Fuck you!

Why should I knock myself out over you?

The milk, it's leaking there.

Clean the tray, bud.

You can stay in your goddamn box.

Ready to eat?

Yeah, yeah.

Let's go.

Come on.

We won't bite you.

Some wine, bud.

Uh, haven't had a drink in two years.

That's impressive.

Too bad you can't say the same.

The road of excess leads to the palace

of wisdom.

Blake said that.

He was probably an alcoholic, too.

That's a good one.

My sister got all the humor genes, I'm

afraid.

Something not to your liking, horse player?

Oh.

The tie.

That's how I knew.

I've got an eye for details like that.

I'm an artist.

Really.

I've got a bunch of grand proceeds from

the mocha council around here someplace, and Randy

saves all my clippings, of course, don't you,

honey?

Every last one.

I, uh, hate art.

That's a very American attitude, horse player.

I don't know about art, but I know

what I like.

I know a lot about art.

Really?

That's right.

Well, perhaps you're more of an enigma than

I first thought.

Anyway, I'm having a showing in a couple

of weeks.

All he needs now is the art.

You don't have to worry about that.

It'll come.

You know, in 1971, Yoko Ono had the

opportunity to do a show in Syracuse.

She had to fill 50,000 square feet

of gallery space on six weeks' notice.

Now, all I have to do is fill

four walls and some crummy little gallery.

Surely I'm more prolific than Yoko.

Don't start on that poor woman again.

Don't start on that biography.

It was trash.

No, it was art.

Albert Goldman is an artist.

The Lennon book, the Elvis book.

Really.

I don't care.

It was sordid.

Sordid?

Gee, from the proper angle, all our lives

are a little bit sordid.

Don't you agree, bud?

Yeah.

I see he agrees.

Maybe we're real big fans after all.

Eat up, noble horse player, eat up.

Hey.

What you doing?

Just conceptualizing a little bit.

I want to get started on these pieces.

So, how do you like our new friend,

the horse player?

Well, he's different.

He likes you.

That's ridiculous.

No, it's not.

You're very likable.

I like you.

Yeah, I noticed.

You're like a mirror to me.

I can see myself reflected so clearly.

I don't want to play these games anymore.

You always say that.

I mean it, though.

It's starting to eat me up.

Yeah, you always say that, too.

This is brilliant.

When to first?

Go to Alex and pay 20 bucks.

Damn.

I'm out of here.

Yeah.

Ah, Bud.

Bud, I saw your girlfriend tonight.

God damn it.

Don't call her that.

All right.

All right, don't get excited.

Must be full moon tonight.

Let's just drop it, okay?

All right.

The door's unlocked.

I just came in.

Sorry.

You should go.

I'd rather stay.

I'm busy.

I've got stuff I've got to do.

Hey, Bud, you're being asocial.

Come here.

Come here.

I don't think that would be a good

idea.

Bud.

Come here.

Come and sit next to me.

Come and sit by me.

Come on.

Bud.

I don't drink.

Don't you want to kiss me?

I don't believe you.

I don't, um, drink.

And I don't...

I play the horses.

And that's my only vice.

Bud, Bud.

Sex isn't a vice.

It's a necessity.

No, you don't know what you're doing.

I'm not that drunk.

No, I mean that you don't know what

you're getting into.

Okay.

Okay, we'll play it your way.

You do like girls, don't you?

I guess you do.

Maybe a little too much, eh?

Don't worry.

I'll take care of everything.

No, no.

Eggs!

Are you all right?

I burned it.

Let me see.

It's nothing.

No.

Yes.

No, Bud.

The whole room's spinning.

Probably won't remember any of this.

Yes, you will.

You're mine now.

You're sweet.

Finally, you show me you are human.

What?

Finally, you are late.

Oh, God damn it, I'm sorry.

Congratulations.

Have fruit roll.

What the hell are you doing?

You're not supposed to drink.

Did my horse win today?

I gave you $20 last week.

Did you bet it?

I'm tired of chasing my tail that goddamn

hole.

Horse player.

What?

Is your sister here?

Sister's in the shower.

Can I take a nap?

Yeah.

Could you ask her to come up for

a drink?

Thank you.

What's up?

It was Bud.

He wants you to come upstairs for a

drink.

I didn't think so.

Well, go on if you want to.

I trust you implicitly.

He's too weird.

Yes, I'm getting weirder all the time.

Seems like we've opened a virtual Pandora's box

with this one, huh?

Who knows what we might find in there?

That's what I'm afraid of.

Oh, really, be brave.

Go on, have a drink with him.

Pick his brain a little.

Find out what makes him tick.

This could be the greatest series of my

career.

This could be the greatest series of my

career.

God.

Can't we just talk or something?

Well, you didn't want to talk last night.

I was drunk.

Come on.

Let's just talk.

What's to say?

Nothing.

Anything?

I don't know.

Tell me about yourself.

What do you want to know?

Whatever.

Where you come from, about your family.

My family is rich.

Very rich.

Well, there you go.

I never would have guessed that.

Now, tell me more in detail.

What does your father do?

My father doesn't do anything.

He's rich.

He's a patron to the arts and an

artist.

So he would like to think.

So, you come from an artistic family.

Assholes, every last one of them.

I take it you don't get on with

them.

You see that?

Look at it.

My father did that when I was a

kid.

Had my hand over a stove.

Why?

Why?

Because.

When he asked me what I thought of

a painting he'd just done...

He said it was junk.

I'm sorry.

Why?

It's not your fault.

I guess I should go.

No, you don't have to.

Stay.

Okay.

You can't

live with your brother forever, you know.

I know.

What do you think?

It's great, but...

But what?

I know, it's sloppy, but I've only got

two weeks to do the whole series.

I don't mean that.

I mean him.

You chose him.

Then I'm un-choosing him.

It's too late for that.

No, seriously, Matthew.

He's just too weird.

He was an abused child, you know.

We all suffered as children, honey.

No, I mean he has scars all over

his wrist, burn marks.

Really?

Hmm.

Well, then that'll be the subject of the

next one.

Matthew!

Look, that's enough.

For once your affairs and your flirtations have

brought me a truly worthy subject.

In fact, he might be the subject of

my career.

Looks like putting up with your mind games

has finally paid off.

My mind games?

Oh, all right, mine.

You've never painted anything but my lovers.

I gave you your subject.

Yeah, that's true.

Say it, Matthew.

I want to hear you say it.

All right, you're my muse.

Just don't desert me now, okay?

I need you on this one.

First time it was funny.

But this time I must tell you, don't

be late again.

What's it matter?

What?

Well, every night I come in here from

8 till 2.

So what's it matter if I come in

here from 9 to 3?

It does not matter to you.

But it does matter to me.

When we decide on 8 o'clock, I

want you here at 8 o'clock.

Otherwise everything fall apart.

Society has rules.

Society's screwed up.

Listen, bud, I know I always tell you,

loosen up, loosen up.

But there is such a thing as being

too loose, you know?

Yes.

There are some rules that should not be

broken.

Like your parole officer.

He called three times today.

Why?

Why?

Because you missed your appointment yesterday.

That is why.

What is the matter with you?

Are you bonehead?

I forgot.

Well, don't forget.

Did you touch my stuff?

No, I didn't touch your stuff.

Well, I'm missing a mask and I'm missing

one of my gloves.

All right, all right.

Don't worry about it.

Tonight, the hell with the box.

I want you to do a different type

of job.

Like what?

The new magazines.

They're in today.

Check them against the invoice.

Put them on the shelf.

What are you doing?

Suffering for my art.

I'm out of gesso.

You think you could pay a visit to

Mother?

A little too soon for that.

I was afraid of that.

I know.

Get it from the horse player.

Oh, yeah?

How do you propose I do that?

Ask him for it.

After all, I'm validating him through my work.

The least he can do is chip in.

Come on.

He doesn't have any money.

He works in a freezer.

Randy, really, he's a horse player.

Horse players have bankrolls.

Just put the squeeze on him.

Yes, can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like some cigarettes, please.

Pell-mell filters.

Pell-mell.

They're just right here.

$1.85. Oh.

You know what?

I guess I...

Of course.

You forgot your wallet.

And I am Snow White.

Tell me something.

How can a guy like you have a

picture on the cover of a magazine and

not have $2 for cigarettes?

There's no justice in the world, huh?

You're not getting it.

Here.

We will call this credit.

Thanks a lot.

Take a couple of the magazines.

Send one to your mother.

Show her how well you are doing.

Well, how much do you need?

A couple of hundred to put toward the

rent.

But only if you can spare it.

You can always move in here if you're

in trouble, you know.

I know, but...

I can't just leave my brother in the

lurch.

You know?

Ah, yes, your brother.

The artist.

Boy, I sure hate art.

So you think.

Thank you.

Jesus, how much you taking for him?

$200.

I'm impressed.

Think he's good for more?

I'm beginning to feel like your whore.

Well...

That makes you a pimp.

Art is not nice, honey.

Yeah, but you get to sign all the

pieces.

I should have my name on some.

It's not a bad idea.

But do try and get some more cash

out of him.

Shoot for two grand.

Two grand?

Work him.

After all...

I never said you weren't an artist, too.

Listen, there's something I want to ask you.

Sure, anything.

I need some more money.

How much?

$2,000.

Um...

I've got it.

Well, that's okay.

But I can get it.

Are you sure?

There's just one thing.

This isn't for art, is it?

We're down

to the second last weekend.

Well, look

what the cat dragged in.

You slept with him, didn't you?

You tell me, Matthew.

You tell me.

You don't care, do you?

I wouldn't say that.

Then why don't you do something?

Why don't you go up there and fucking

do something?

You did sleep with him, didn't you?

Yes.

Now you're interested.

Funny how that works, huh?

You're sick.

So are you.

I know.

Come on.

Did you ask the horse player for the

two grand?

He doesn't have it.

Oh.

Oh, well.

At least my work's going well.

You know, I think with this series, I've

really kind of, I don't know, exercised this

whole thing.

I think after this cycle, I might start

considering a different subject.

Thank you, Bill.

Where the hell have you been for three

days?

Well, I was, um...

Off.

Yes, you are off, all right.

I'm sorry.

You smell like broody.

I figure you are dead.

I figure you have to be dead.

But I think you're going crazy.

Listen, George, um...

I need to borrow some money.

Borrow some money, is that right?

About two grand.

Two grand?

That's all two grand?

Oh, let me go to the safe.

I hate to tell you this, but I

am going to tell you.

Bud, you are fired.

Where's my stuff?

Did you hear what I tell you?

I said you are fired.

You are out of here.

You have one check coming.

Pick it up in the morning.

Okay.

Bud, I'm sorry.

I'm just going to go pick up my

car.

Where the hell are you going?

Stay out of the back!

You got a steering problem or something?

Is this your stuff or something?

Sorry, man, it just gets cold back here.

I had to put it on.

I know.

Keep it.

Is this?

Yeah.

It's a motherfucking down vest, man.

It's okay.

Thanks a lot.

Bud, I did not want you to find

out like this.

Oh, come on, Bud, will you, please?

Bud.

Bud.

I'm sorry.

I need the money.

Two Gs.

Bud, you are not well.

You burned my hand.

What?

You burned my hand, Dad!

But you're dead.

You are wacko.

Just give me the money.

What's the matter with you, asshole?

Just give me the money.

Go fuck yourself.

Look, I'm not kidding.

Then I'm not kidding.

Go fuck yourself.

Open safe.

You lousy punk.

You lousy little stunty punk.

After all I do for you.

After all the fuck I do for you.

Open the safe.

I don't have two grand in the safe.

I don't have shit in the safe.

All right, you want to kill me?

Go ahead.

Put me out of my misery.

You little punk.

You little stunty ass punk.

I couldn't get the money.

Bud.

I tried.

Bud, it's okay.

I don't want it.

In fact, I want to pay you back

the 200 when I can.

We have got to leave town.

What?

I mean, we have got to leave town

tonight.

Bud.

We could go up north.

Maybe Frisco.

Bud, listen to me.

I am not going anywhere.

But you've got to.

Why?

Because.

Because I love you.

Bud, get a grip on yourself.

You don't even know me.

That doesn't make any difference.

Look.

Sit down.

Relax.

You are a nice guy.

And really.

And what we have had between us has

been.

It's been nice.

I know that sounds lame, but.

I really mean it.

But I think it's time to end it.

You know?

Besides.

Matthew and I have a very special relationship.

We are very close.

Do you know what I mean?

Nothing.

It's your brother.

No.

I mean.

Closer than that.

Very close.

Like.

Like.

Intimate.

I am going to go now.

You are okay.

I.

I think I really threw this guy for

a loop.

Don't tell me you're suffering from a crisis

of conscience.

This mobile takes up the chase third.

T-Bone Dinner, Jordan River and Relentless.

Inside the 8th pole.

Relentless clicks to the lead by a half

a length.

T-Bone Dinner on after him and Jordan

River.

Any one of these three inside the 16th

pole.

Relentless, Jordan River, T-Bone Dinner between them.

On the money, Jordan River by a nose.

Finishing second, T-Bone Dinner.

And Relentless was third.

Oh, the melancholy that comes with finishing something.

You're depressed when you work.

You're depressed when you don't work.

You're hopeless.

We're not getting any place.

It's time for a change.

Let's jump.

Together.

Yeah.

We'd get someplace pretty quick that way.

Yeah.

Come on.

I'm serious.

Well, after you.

Ah, you're probably just killing yourself to hype

your show.

Cynic.

What will I wear?

You have so many choices.

Yes.

Perhaps the black suit.

Undoubtedly the black suit.

Look, there's our young bud now.

Man, he looks like dog shit.

I told you.

I broke his heart.

Poor bastard.

You're ruthless, you know that?

Don't.

What?

You should be used to it by now.

He's different.

It's like...

Like he's broken.

It's like he's broken?

They say you are free in Nicaragua.

Everyone is free in Nicaragua.

What the fuck is he doing up there?

What do you think?

Well...

I think we should have bet the farm

on Alcan's alibi.

I'm serious.

Well...

I'll go up and talk to him.

Oh, yeah?

And say what?

Turn down your fucking radio, for starters.

I don't know.

I know what.

I'll invite Bud to the show.

Matthew?

Why not?

You're just trying to humiliate him.

Don't be foolish.

Me?

If you insist on dragging him to the

show, making a fool out of him, then

I'm staying home.

Are you trying to ruin my life?

This is my big day.

What is with you?

Are you jealous?

No, you know what?

Don't come to the show.

Okay?

I don't want you to come to the

show.

You know why?

Because I don't need you there.

Jesus Christ, Matthew!

How many more creeps have I got to

fuck before you start painting something else?

Well...

I guess that depends on how the show's

received.

Doesn't it?

Well, don't look for me, because I'm not

coming!

Doctors at Mount Sinai Hospital say they may

have uncovered a link to the cause of

herpes.

Horseplayer.

Hi.

This is an invitation to my show tonight.

Come in.

But, really, you ought to crack a window

once in a while.

I thought you said you didn't drink.

Just, uh, just, uh...

the occasional beer.

Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah.

Look, Randy set me up.

She's concerned about your welfare.

I'm not on welfare.

And I don't make handouts.

Look, man, what I mean is, it seems

you've been cooped up in here for a

while.

Maybe you should get out, do something.

Do what?

I don't know.

Go for a fucking drive.

Okay.

Let's go.

What?

Let's go for a drive.

I'd love to, man, but I...

I got plans.

I came to dinner.

I didn't want to.

Yeah, that's true.

So why don't you come for my drive?

If you don't, you will regret it for

the rest of your life.

You'll be missing out on something.

Maybe it's good.

Maybe it's bad.

But you'll never know for sure.

Say you'll come.

Well, you do have a retentive memory, don't

you?

Thank you.

All right.

Short drive.

Bud, when two people decide to take a

drive, it's sort of tacitly agreed they're gonna

shoot the shit.

Well, do you mind if I smoke?

You know,

Bud, you really should consider the simple pleasures

of a baby.

Okay.

We're going for a drive.

All right,

so you don't feel like talking.

I got this thing on my mind.

Maybe you could give me some advice.

We can sort of do the whole male

bonding kind of thing.

How does that grab you?

You see, I'm considering a change in my

work.

A change for the better, maybe, but a

change, it's always a source of great anxiety

when one messes with a successful formula.

Have you found that?

Yes.

But you think I should take a chance.

You think I'll be glad I did.

Huh.

Me too.

Bud?

Bud, what is this place?

Bud?

Come on, talk to me, man.

You're starting to freak me out a little.

This...

This...place. Well, it's a nice place, Bud.

I would have liked it as a child.

I would have come here to tell ghost

stories.

It's you elegant, Bud.

Are you going to tell me a ghost

story?

Mr. Cowley?

What?

Are you Bud Cowley?

Yeah.

Your tie betrays you.

Here, go right in.

Hi there, horse wearer.

Hi.

You feeling lucky?

You gonna bet the exacta?

Exacta?

Isn't that what they call it?

I...

I take what you really mean.

It's harrowing and it's simplistic.

I don't know.

Ghost story gut.

It's derivative.

I disagree.

He's repeating himself.

Bud, I'm sorry.

I know how you must feel.

But...

Say something, please.

Look!

The creature in the sky Got sucked in

a hole Now there's a hole in the

sky The ground's not cold And if the

ground's not cold Everything is gonna burn Well,

I'll take turns, I'll get my shoes Yeah,

I need your If

man is five If man is five And

if the devil is six This Monday's

gone to heaven This month is going to

heaven This month is going to heaven