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Thank you.

Mind if I sit here?

It's so noisy at the other end of the bar.

It's noisy here too.

It's better here.

Hmm.

Can I take that as a yes?

Still a free country. Your Honor, I like that.

What are you, a philosopher?

Kind of.

I write greeting cards.

Write any good cards lately?

I'm here for a convention at the Hollywood Roosevelt.

I'm here to show my company's new line.

Here are a couple of my pieces.

Very impressive.

If you want me to leave you alone, just say so. You don't have to insult my

work.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to get bent out of shape.

I've had a bad day.

I shouldn't be making fun of somebody's work.

I'm being a bitch.

I'm sorry, too.

Sometimes I come on too strong.

Why don't we start over?

My name is Rebecca.

Rebecca.

I'm Sam.

It's nice to meet you, Sam.

So, can I buy you that drink now?

No strings attached, promise.

Okay. I'm having red wine.

Two more?

So, Rebecca, what do you do for a living? I paint.

I knew it.

I mean, I knew you were an artist of some kind.

Have you ever sold anything?

Yes. I sell pieces quite often.

Not the ones I think are good.

Buyers usually want the crap.

Isn't that the truth?

So, are you married?

No.

Why not?

I just haven't found anyone I like enough to keep around for any length of

time. I have a low threshold of boredom.

You don't even have a boyfriend?

No, Sam.

Looks like you're in the jackpot.

I'm unattached and lonely.

Well, you're definitely my kind of woman.

This is where you live?

Yeah.

Wow.

This place is enormous.

It was my father's.

He left it to me when he died.

How long ago was that?

Ten years, give or take.

It used to be a soundstage.

Now I use it as my studio.

I can't believe you live here alone.

I get claustrophobic in small spaces.

So this is what you do?

This is for my next show.

It's the commercial stuff.

This is what sells?

Yes. The buyers love violent obscurity.

I'm not much for modern art.

Why don't we go upstairs?

My postcard quality work is up there.

Aren't you afraid?

We used a condom.

Still, you seem to be having a one-night stand.

Don't let the propaganda get to you.

Sex is still your best entertainment value.

And it's much safer than driving a car.

You may be right.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

My back hurts. I think I pulled it.

I bet.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Yeah, I needed some air.

I opened a new bottle.

Thanks.

You're a thirsty boy.

I'm dehydrated.

My robe looks good on you.

I found it in the closet. I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

What's that?

I turned the stereo on.

It's Beethoven.

Do you like it?

I'm not much into golden oldies.

It's classical.

Uh-huh.

So tell me, what the hell is this supposed to be?

I just paint my feelings when I do the abstracts.

I don't get it.

It's not finished.

I doubt if I'll get it then, either.

Probably not.

What's gonna go there?

I don't know. I'm still thinking about it.

You know what I think?

I think you're one of those bullshit artists that splashes a bunch of paint

on a canvas.

And since it doesn't mean anything, jerks pay a lot of money for it.

You're smarter than I thought.

And you made fun of what I do for a living.

Brother.

Did you take care of the car?

Yeah.

Robert's coming by. Open the bay door.

Fine.

What's your problem?

I got no problem.

Yes, you do.

What's going on?

Nothing. I just want... Getting scared?

After all these years?

No. I just... You know I only do what's necessary.

I need...

If you're not happy here, you can leave. You want that?

Just go!

Talk to me! You're hurting me.

I'm sorry.

Just tell me what you want.

If you want to leave me, it's okay.

Where would I go?

Who would have me?

That's right, Tommy.

No one would have you.

That's why we have each other.

We gotta be able to trust each other.

Right?

Uh-huh.

Good.

Let's not worry about it anymore, okay?

We're gonna be alright.

You just have to do your job and I'll do mine.

Okay?

Okay.

I'm going to change before Robert gets here.

Hey, why don't you order us a pizza for breakfast?

With Canadian bacon and extra cheese?

Just like you like it.

Good.

Don't touch it.

It's magnificent.

It's still wet.

I was just trying to see what you were using.

Same old stuff.

Acrylic, oil, blood of my victims.

Oh, you do have a grand sense of the bizarre, don't you?

That's why I sell so well.

No, my dear, you sell so well because you know the market.

I understand the human heart.

The market's just a coincidence.

You know, I'd be willing to forfeit most of my good sales for your happiness, my

dear. What are you talking about, Robert?

I'm happy.

Are you?

I've known you for over six years, and I can't remember the last time I saw your

smile.

How's that?

Totally disingenuous.

Well, that's the best I can do on demand.

I've invited my nephew to the show.

I want you to meet him.

He's an artist, too.

Robert, you're my agent, not my pimp.

That's a matter of semantics, wouldn't you say?

I don't want to date anyone.

I have a busy life.

I don't have time to satisfy some guy's needs.

What happened to that young boy you introduced me to about six months ago?

I think he was from New York.

He split.

Didn't stay around long, did he?

No. That's how I like my men.

They come and they go.

Now I have a lot of work to do if I'm going to get ready for this show.

Well, the pieces are fabulous.

This should be your greatest show ever.

Good. Let's get this crap out of here.

I can't stand to look at it anymore.

That's right. Keep denigrating yourself.

Just add to the value of your work.

Money, money, money.

I love it.

And give my nephew a chance, will you? I think you'll like him.

What's the big interest in my romantic life all of a sudden?

Well, I just don't want your prices to skyrocket for the... unusual

reasons. I'm far from suicidal.

Well, just humor an old man's fatherly instincts, will you?

I prefer agents over fathers.

Well, I didn't mean to...

I know you didn't.

Don't worry about it. Now, that's a nice smile.

Thanks. I saved it just for you.

Excuse me, do you mind if I sit down here?

No, please, of course.

Sit, sit.

I don't want to disturb you.

No, I welcome the distraction.

This, uh, research is driving me mad.

It's a hell of a place to concentrate.

No, on the contrary.

The noise drives away all peripheral thought.

You talk like a professor.

I'm a doctor.

Really? Yes.

Where do you practice?

Connecticut.

I'm here doing a lecture at UCLA.

Oh.

for an encore.

What?

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, Gray. Everything's fabulous.

I heard just what the doctor ordered.

What's wrong with you?

I'll tell you what's wrong.

Thank you.

Now this I like.

It's disgusting.

All these pictures are.

They are, aren't they?

It's grotesque. I think that's the point. This is an art.

Art isn't supposed to be ugly. Who are you to decide what art is anyway?

I know what I like. Well, that's fine, but why don't you let me enjoy it?

Fine.

I'll be in the car.

You two should see a therapist if you're at this point of arguing over shit like

this. She is a therapist.

You're not going to tell me how to run my life, too, are you?

No, I just find it amusing when people fight over my work.

These are your paintings?

Yep.

I'm so embarrassed.

Why?

Well, we insulted you.

Don't be ridiculous.

I found it charming.

I'm sure.

You get used to strong emotional responses when you do this kind of work.

You want it.

The more violent, the better.

That's what it's all about.

You talk like it's all a game.

It is.

Nobody knows what's good or bad.

Painting bullshit runs this business.

Now you sound cynical.

And what are you? An altar boy?

No. I co-own a restaurant.

Really? Where?

That's nearby here.

Perrant. It's Italian food.

You should come by some night.

I'll treat you to dinner.

Why? I'm not going to give you a free painting.

Well, it's good for business.

We're just getting started. I'm...

Trying to generate a little word of mouth.

And you can tell all your friends how good the food is.

Well,

I don't have any friends to tell.

Come on, you must have some friends.

Everybody does.

I'm not everyone.

No, you most certainly are not.

Let me give you one of my cards.

It has our name and address on it.

How very L.A. of you.

You are nasty.

That's my business.

Come down to the restaurant and have lunch with me, and I'll show you my

business. I don't eat lunch.

You don't have any friends, you hate the world, and you don't eat lunch?

I think I'm going to marry you.

I don't date pretty boys either.

I'll stop showering and grow a beard.

Are you coming unto me, Mr. Baxter?

The name's Adam.

And yeah, yeah, I might be coming on to you a little bit.

What about your girl?

As you can see, we're not getting along very well anymore.

You should finish the appetizer before ordering the main course.

Fair enough.

You tired, darling?

I hate these things. Why do you make me go through this?

Well, dear, it's the only way I know of to raise your prices without your

actually dying.

I feel like I'm gonna croak every time we do a show.

Look at the mess these people leave.

Well, you're the one with the agoraphobia.

If you'd like to do a showing at my studio, I'll be glad to accommodate you.

How'd we do?

Magnificent.

We sold out.

All of it?

Every last piece.

With new record-breaking prices, too. You're my hero.

Thank you.

But now what?

I have no idea.

I'm tired. I need a rest.

But now is your time.

You're just starting to hit big.

I know, I know.

It just takes so much out of me.

Give me some time.

I'll come up with something fresh.

All right, dear.

You can take all the time you want.

I have utmost confidence in you.

Where are you going?

To work.

Adam?

I'm sorry about last night So am I

What do you want?

I came by to see Rebecca.

She's asleep.

I see.

Who are you?

Tommy.

That's good, Tommy. I'm glad to meet you. I'm Adam.

What do you want?

I told you. I came by to see Rebecca.

She's asleep.

Yeah, I know.

Can you just tell her that I dropped by?

Who are you?

My name's Adam.

Listen, I gave her one of these last night, but you can give her one too.

It's got my name on it.

Tell her I'll call back later or drop by when she's awake.

You better call first.

Okay, I'll call first.

Any idea when she'll be awake?

You better call first.

Okay, I'll call first.

See you later.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

See ya.

New York cheesecake or mud pie? What do you think? Split one?

Mud pie?

Done.

Ms. Barlow, I'm so glad you could make it.

I didn't come here for dinner, Mr. Baxter.

Oh, and what can I do for you?

You came to my residence today, unannounced?

Yeah, I was just driving by.

I thought I'd stop in and see how you were doing. I think that's very rude and

highly unacceptable to me.

Listen. Can we step outside and discuss this? No need to disturb the customers.

You didn't mind disturbing my brother this afternoon.

He's sick.

Can't you understand that?

You shouldn't have done what you did.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to see you. You should have called first.

I know.

I'm really sorry. Really.

I won't let it happen again.

You keep your fancy fucking cards. They impress no one.

Our show's over, folks.

Enjoy your meal.

is it? Adam Baxter. I want to see Rebecca.

Open up.

Rebecca isn't here.

Bullshit. I'm looking at her car right here. Open the door.

That

man is

here.

Rebecca, open the door.

Tell him to go away.

I did.

He won't.

Okay, I'll handle it.

Shut the door!

I'll be right there.

Who the hell do you think you are coming to my place of business and making a

scene like that? You're way out of line, lady. I think you're out of line, Mr.

Baxter. This is the second time you've come to my business and my home

unannounced. I've been trying to get you on the phone all night. Your damn

machine's been on the whole time.

I'm working, or at least trying to.

You messed up my night, lady, and I am here to mess up yours.

Do I have to call the police, Mr. Baxter, or are you going to leave on

your own volition?

I'm not going anywhere.

And can you apologize for what you did tonight?

I apologize.

Now, please go.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry.

This didn't really go the way I expected it to.

Look, I just came by because I wanted to get to know you better.

I didn't mean to upset you in the first place.

Can we start over?

Why? Because I want to.

But I don't. Can't you understand that?

Why? What's wrong with me?

Nothing. Don't get your ego in a knot.

I'm sure plenty of women love you, but I just don't want to be one of them.

I don't want anyone else.

I know what you want.

You just want my pussy.

That's not all I want.

Really?

What else do you have in mind?

You intrigue me.

I want to know more about you. How could knowing me help you in your daily life?

I'm curious by nature.

Curiosity killed the cat.

I'll take my chances.

Really?

Really.

Not so fast.

You want me, you have to be patient.

I'll do whatever it takes.

I know you will.

Oh, you'll catch yourself.

Oh.

Sometimes I bite my lip when I'm working.

It's a nervous habit.

Well, how about letting me do some biting, huh?

It's late.

Go home.

I'll come by the restaurant tomorrow night.

For that dinner you promised me.

Okay.

What time?

Midnight.

See you then.

Is he gone yet?

Of course.

He scares me.

I told you not to worry about it. I'll handle him.

I always do, don't I?

This is different.

He's different.

No, he isn't.

He's like all the rest.

If he was from Arizona or Idaho, he'd be here instead of this guy.

Trust me, I don't care about him.

You kissed him. I kissed them all.

This was different.

Don't tell me how things are, God damn it! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're driving me crazy, Tommy.

You got us to bother...

Put this guy on ice until I figure out what I'm gonna do with him.

Then I'll handle Mr. Baxter.

What time is it?

It's late.

Where have you been?

Working.

What's wrong?

Adam, what is it?

I can't live this way anymore.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not happy.

We're not happy.

We're just going through one of our difficult periods.

It's not like before, Laurel.

Something's died in me. I just can't keep doing this.

It's driving me crazy.

Because I don't want to hurt you, and I know I'm going to.

What do you suggest we do?

Break up?

I just...

I think I need some time on my own.

So we break up? You don't have to say it like that. It's not like we're in high

school.

You could have fooled me.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

We've lived together for three years.

We've had a lot of good times and we've had bad.

We also went through a lot of rough stuff.

But you were there for me when my dad died.

You helped me get through it.

I loved your dad too.

I know you did.

And that's what brought me closer to you.

Gave me the strength to stand by you when your career hit the skids and

decided to go into the restaurant business.

Which has totally taken you away from me.

This is not the restaurant's fault.

Things started changing as soon as you opened the restaurant. Will you please

believe me? This has been brewing for a long, long time.

Listen, we've hated each other, we've loved each other, and now just because

you're going through some existential angst, you want to throw the whole thing

in the trash.

Tell me you're happy.

What does happy have to do with it?

I don't wake up every morning and expect my whole life to be full of joy.

You know, life has its ups and downs.

I don't quit just because I'm going through some lull. It's not a lull. I'm

bored to death.

Well, it can't be because of me.

I go to bed at night, you're not home. I wake up in the morning, you're already

gone. The only time I get to see is if I go to the damn restaurant. Did it ever

occur to you that maybe there's a reason for that?

Huh?

I'll pick up my things tomorrow.

Well, where are you going?

I'm staying in a hotel.

Don't be ridiculous. I'll go.

It's your house.

I have to leave anyway. I might as well do it now.

Serves me right for becoming so dependent.

Jesus. You're not a burden, for heaven's sake.

Well, thank you so much.

You're such a wonderful man.

I'm sorry.

That didn't come out right. What does with you?

It's not easy when you don't have a hat writing your dialogue for you, is it?

Jesus, you know, you can be pretty bitchy for a psychologist.

Psychologists are the most screwed up people in the whole world.

Isn't that what you always say?

Yeah, except for actors.

That's the awful truth.

Laurel, don't go.

I must say, you surprised me a bit.

How's that?

Well, you showed up.

You thought I'd stand you up?

If things had been going, I wouldn't have been that surprised.

Oh, poor baby.

Life's been hard on you?

Come on, give me your sob story.

Let's just skip it and enjoy ourselves, shall we?

You're on.

Okay.

What's good here?

Well, the spicy chicken linguine is excellent.

It's special tonight.

I don't eat meat.

Ah, I should have guessed.

I don't like to be responsible for the death of anything that's weaker than

myself.

I think it's barbaric.

Well, you don't have to kill the chicken. We can do that for you.

Thanks, it's just the same.

I think I'll have the spaghetti.

You come to a gourmet restaurant and you want spaghetti?

Yes, with butter. No meat sauce.

No meat sauce.

That's right.

Spaghetti and butter.

That's it.

I'm going to spank you.

Promises, promises.

It's not Rebecca. This is my partner, Perron.

It's nice to meet you, Perron. Have you decided what you want?

Yeah, we'd like two orders of spaghetti and butter, please.

Two orders of spaghetti and butter.

That's it?

Correct.

Nothing you do surprises me anymore.

She likes...

I got the feeling.

She likes Laurel more than I like Laurel.

Maybe you should set them up.

That's not a bad idea.

Now, that was the best spaghetti and butter I have ever had.

I told you I had a great restaurant.

You did not lie.

I'll be lucky if the chef doesn't cut my head off for ordering spaghetti.

And butter.

Fuck him if he can't take a joke.

Take a joke?

He doesn't even speak English.

It's LA for you.

You don't like LA?

Oh, I'm just getting kind of fed up with it.

Did you ever just wish you could grab all your stuff and split?

Find someplace new?

I wouldn't know where to go.

I've never lived anywhere else.

You were born here?

Born and bred.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

I'm just reminiscing.

Any more of this?

Cases. Why don't you grab a couple bottles, we'll go back to my place.

I want to show you the view from my roof.

It's my favorite place in the world.

Beautiful, isn't it?

It's a beautiful night.

I can actually breathe the air for a change.

When I was a child, I spent most of my life on this roof.

Doing what?

Playing.

Thinking.

Hiding. Hiding?

From what?

You know, kids play silly mind games.

Fantasies.

You are the fantasy.

You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met.

What? You're so funny.

What do you mean?

You're just so full of shit.

I mean, I know most guys are full of shit, but you're in a league of your

own. And yet, somehow, I think you're sincere.

I think you believe the shit you shove her.

Damn, lady, you've got some moves of your own.

My head is swimming.

You are so smooth.

You're the smoothest I've ever met.

Hey, I like you.

I want you.

I'm not making any bones about it.

Right now, I'm as scared as I've ever been in my life.

I don't feel smooth at all.

You'd never know what to look at you.

It's your gift.

Alright, look.

You feel that?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's beating fast.

Yeah. Like a little bunny.

Good analogy.

Slow down.

Slow down. Oh, it's just getting good.

Too good.

Let's take a break and get our thoughts together.

Damn,

girl, you really put that stuff away.

I come from a long line of great drinkers. Yeah?

You folks drink a lot?

Yeah.

My father drank to escape reality.

And my mother drank to escape him.

You really don't like talking about them, do you?

Obviously not.

What happened?

You ask me if I don't want to talk about something.

I tell you I don't. And then you want me to talk about it anyway?

I think there's something that you want to tell me.

Even if it bothers you.

I think you've lived with the therapist too long.

That's beside the point.

So?

You're getting to be a pain in the ass.

Come on, I just want to get to know you better.

You want to spoil the mystery?

Just a little bit.

Besides, I have reason to believe you have mysteries wrapped in your

mysteries.

Just tell me this part.

What do you want to hear?

But my father was a big brute of a man that drank too excess, mistreated my

mother, beat my brother regularly, and had a tendency to tuck

me into bed a little too tightly whenever he wanted, which was just about

all the fucking time.

Is that what you want to hear?

That's boring.

That story's being told all over the world, every minute, every day.

I had no idea how bad it was.

Yes, you did. You wouldn't have asked.

I feel like a jerk.

You can't help it.

You're a man.

You can't blame us all for what one creep did to you.

You should go.

I need to get some sleep.

Thanks for a lovely evening.

I'm sorry I messed up there at the end.

Don't worry.

We'll survive.

Listen, they're showing the last movie that I made at the Vista tomorrow night.

Would you like to go see it with me?

I don't go to movies anymore.

There's such a waste of time.

Well, this one will probably confirm your feelings.

It's just a little low-budget horror film.

The straw that broke the actor's back.

I thought you might enjoy seeing me in makeup.

Now that might be worthwhile.

Sure, I'll go.

Great.

Now, I haven't even seen it myself.

It's been sitting on someone's shelf for about a year.

It's probably really terrible.

Don't oversell yourself.

I'm sure it's simply rotten.

Thanks. Pick you up at 7.30?

That's a little early.

Is there a later show?

Yeah, I... I think this is 10.

Come by at 9.30 then.

Fine.

What are you doing?

Someone was here.

A man.

What man?

Are you going to paint him?

No. He's local.

It's too dangerous.

Then why did he come by?

He likes my paintings.

I think he likes you.

Are you getting jealous?

No.

I think you are.

Don't worry about this guy.

He means nothing to me.

I'll tell him to leave us alone, okay?

Okay.

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, I've had warmer greetings.

I just came in time to have dinner and thought I'd stop by and see how you were

doing. You should know better than that.

Well, I was worried about you. I haven't heard from you.

I've been busy.

Getting a lot done?

Nope, not at all. I'm all dried up.

Better find yourself another hostile female artist.

That shouldn't be too hard.

I think I ran over two of them on my way out of my driveway.

Seriously, how's the new word coming?

Seriously, it's shit.

I'm stuck.

I'm all burned out.

I mean it.

You always say that.

This time it's for real.

Wanna have dinner with me?

Can't. Might do you good to get out for a while.

I've got a date.

Anybody I know?

No. But I better get ready.

Good luck with your new young man.

What if I told you it was a young lady?

I'd have a heart attack.

Sure. Straight to the bank, right?

That's right.

You're a little too old-fashioned to be believable as a heartless agent.

I gotta go.

All right, dear.

Take care of yourself.

I'll see you next week.

Call first.

Come on, don't take it so hard. I've seen worse.

Yeah, it was probably in that too.

No, it was good.

It was cute.

I don't think it's supposed to be cute. I think it's supposed to be scary.

Ghosts aren't scary.

No, but my performance was.

Nah, you did fine.

You look good up there.

You shouldn't have quit.

I'm doing the world a favor, okay?

Well, if you put it that way... Listen,

I'm really sorry I made you sit through that.

You didn't make me do anything.

I wanted to come.

I wanted to come. I enjoyed it.

That's the nicest thing anybody ever lied to me.

Why don't we get out of here? My public is staring.

Who cares?

Let's go to your place.

We can't.

Why not?

We gotta stop now, before it's too late.

Baby.

It's already too late.

You don't know what you've gotten yourself into.

I'm dangerous.

I can handle it.

It hasn't been like that for me for a long, long time.

I see.

What the hell is that?

That's my brother.

He's pretty good.

Are you okay?

I've gotta go to the bathroom.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I have to go check on Tommy.

Wait for me here.

I'm too beat to move.

Tommy?

You said no one would be here.

I ain't killing a motherfucker over some old junk.

Got to, man.

Fuck this noise. I'll do it if you're too damn pussy.

Hey, white boy.

Look at me.

You're about to die.

You hard, man.

I'm out of this mess.

This motherfucker can't do shit, man. Thought he was tough.

Coming with us today.

Fuck.

I'm sorry I let this happen to you.

You saved me.

Oh poor Tommy.

Poor, poor Tommy.

Hmm? What?

Get up. You gotta go.

What? What's happening?

Nothing. I just want you out of here.

What's wrong now?

You've overstayed your welcome, okay?

It's time to go.

Jesus, talk about hit and run.

Listen, while you were sleeping, I was thinking that we can't ever do this

again.

What the hell are you talking about?

I don't want to see you anymore.

This was great.

It's no reflection on your performance.

But I'm done with this.

I can't have any more complications in my life right now.

Well, you are really something, lady.

I stopped seeing Laurel for you.

I kicked Laurel out of my life for you. I'm sorry.

I didn't want to be responsible for any acts of cruelty perpetrated by you

against your girlfriend.

But frankly, my dear, I don't give a shit.

Just a quick tumble and I'm out in the street with the rest of the garbage.

Now you're catching on.

Let me tell you something.

You're all fucked up.

Want to try some of that fatal attraction shit? Come on.

I'll smash your face in.

Put it down!

See ya.

Don't worry, Tommy.

It's just gonna be us from now on.

I'll never let anyone hurt you again.

What about that man?

I sent him away.

He'll be back.

No he won't.

I'll make sure of it.

Shut up!

It's me.

You scared the hell out of me.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

I just wanted to see you.

Why?

I brought your key back.

If that's what you still want.

Is that what you still want?

I think it's better that way.

Laurel. Laurel, wait.

Look.

I'm sorry for the way I've been behaving.

I'm just going through something.

It has nothing to do with you. It's my problem.

It's another woman, isn't it?

Not exactly, no.

How can it be not exactly?

It either is another woman or it isn't.

Why can't you answer a straight question with a straight answer? All right, yes,

there is someone else.

Was someone else.

I knew it.

It's that artist, isn't it?

Ferran told me that you had dinner with her. I could tell there was something

going on between you two when we were at the show.

You were just too cowardly to admit it.

So how long have you been fucking her?

How long?

She is not our problem.

Christ, Adam.

You didn't even have the decency to break clean with me before you started

screwing around with her. I don't know what I ever saw in you.

Good morning.

Morning.

Why are you here so early?

Well, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd catch up on some of our bills.

Tax time is just around the corner.

You worry too much. Hmm.

Laurel called me this morning and told me about last night.

Sounds like you were a real asshole.

Yeah, well, what else is new?

Why don't you try to work things out with her?

This new girl's no good for you.

She's weird.

Yeah, well, I'm not seeing Rebecca anymore. It was over before it started.

Well, then you will call Laurel.

No, I've had it with her too.

I've had it with this whole damn town.

I just want to get out. I gotta find someplace new.

You're just upset.

Yeah, I'm upset.

Life is not working out for me.

I'm not cut out for this restaurant shit, Perron.

I'm bored with everything.

I just want out.

You need a vacation.

I need a new life.

I'm going to go to Mexico or Spain or Costa Rica, maybe.

You're just going to walk out on your business?

You know I can't afford to buy you out at this time. I'm not asking you to buy

me out.

Keep my equity.

Look, if I change my mind in a month or two, I'll come back and I'll make up for

the days that I missed, okay?

If I don't, keep the place.

Keep it.

I never should have gone into business with an actor.

Yeah, well, I warned you.

This isn't funny.

Hey, move that fucking thing.

Hey, this isn't funny.

Hey, I'm not kidding.

Neither am I.

Why the fuck are you here?

You're sicker than I thought.

You're crazy.

Don't say that.

You killed that guy.

I liberated him.

I'll immortalize him soon. He'll live forever, just like all the others.

You need help, Rebecca.

You need a doctor.

I saw a doctor.

For years.

Do you know what he did to me? He fucked me too.

He used to drug me and have sex with me in his office.

Don't you see what you've become?

You're out of control.

It doesn't matter what happened to you.

It doesn't matter anymore.

If you don't turn yourself in, they're going to fry you.

I'll be at their mercy.

They can do anything they want to me.

I'll be trapped.

I can't let you tell anyone.

What are you going to do?

You're going to kill me too?

You did this to yourself.

Why did you come here?

I had to find you.

I'm going to leave L.A.

I wanted to take you with me.

Take me away?

Really? Yeah, really.

Where would we go?

Mexico, for starters.

We can leave all this behind us.

I won't tell anybody.

I promise.

And I won't let anybody hurt you ever again.

We can start over.

We can start our whole lives over.

Start over.

It sounds nice.

I love you, Rebecca.

I love you.

I heard you.

Is Rebecca Barlow here?

She's working.

Can we talk to her?

I'll go find her.

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Wilder. This is Detective Cole.

Ma'am?

We're investigating the disappearance of an Adam Quigley, also known as Adam

Baxter. Do you know him?

The actor, right?

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, I met him many months ago in my show.

I'm an artist.

We know.

Did you see Mr. Quigley at any time after the show?

Uh, yes. He invited me to his restaurant for a complimentary meal and then asked

me out on a date.

I saw him maybe two or three times.

He really wasn't my type.

I heard he went to Mexico.

That's what we thought.

But his ex-girlfriend disagrees.

No one's heard from him in six months.

She suspects foul play.

Well, I didn't know him very well, but I got the feeling that his girlfriend was

a big part of the problem.

I don't think he wanted to be heard from.

Well, we're sorry to bother you, Ms.

Barlow. This is my card.

If you hear from Mr. Quigley, please contact me, okay?

That's highly unlikely.

You never know.

Oh, that's true.

I hope you find him. He seemed like a nice guy.

That's what we heard, too.

Good night, Ms. Barlow. Good night.

Miss Barlow?

Yes?

William Miller.

We spoke earlier about a possible commission piece for my bank lobby in

New York.

Oh, yes.

I'm heading back on Tuesday, and I was just wondering if we could get together

before then to discuss the project more intimately.

Just you and me?

Absolutely.

You wouldn't tell anyone, would you?

I liked your idea.

I just don't want it to get around that I do work on commission.

I'll tell no one.

You have my solemn word.

Why don't you meet me here tomorrow night around 10?

I'll have you in for dinner.

Splendid. I'll see you then.

I'll look forward to it.

A little pick-me-up, Rebecca?

Oh, thanks.

You know, you're amazing.

You bring the same wonderful quality to your sculpture that you brought to your

paintings.

Fear, violence, hostility.

And profit.

Profit. You are so sentimental.

Well, I wish you'd let me sell this one.

I think it's the best work in the show. I told you to forget it.

I'm very attached to this piece.

I'll never sell it.

Well, so I'll be.

I tried.

Some things just don't have a price.