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Yo, it's Nick.

Photographer, artist, entrepreneur.

Stop that shit.

- Nick, it's Lily.

Again.

Umm, it's been almost an hour, I need you

to come out and grab me.

No, I'm on the list!

I'm on the list!

Hey.

- How come you never answer my texts?

- Sorry.

- I thought you'd have something more to say

than sorry, but I guess not.

Hey, are you coming to TJ's tomorrow night?

- TJ's?

- Yeah, TJ.

God, I want you guys to like each other.

- We do, Bea, I do.

- So you'll be there?

- Well, I mean I'll try.

I already promised that I'd drop by this thing--

- With Nick?

Yeah, Lily, you're a fallback.

- Hello, Lil.

- I need a drink.

- I'm a little busy at the moment.

- I could jump in front of a bus.

- I'll be there.

- Can you spare some change?

- I'm the one that needs change, mister.

- Fuck you!

- Guess who?

- I didn't see you come in.

- Now what fun would that be?

- Let's start from the beginning.

- Umm, I'm Lily, I'm 23, I umm, just recently

graduated from FIT, and I have this best friend,

she's kind of my favorite thing in--

- Let's talk about Nick.

- Umm, I don't know, he's kind of amazing.

He's probably the sweetest guy I've ever met.

- What about your job?

- I mean, it's in fashion.

So, that's good.

And...

I'm learning a lot.

- Good morning.

You don't have AC.

- Thanks.

Why are we talking like this?

- This is how we talk now.

I need food.

Now.

- What do you want for breakfast?

I guess anything.

Pancakes.

- So.

What are you wearing tonight?

- Huh?

- Thank you for that.

You are going.

- Am I?

- If I have to club and sack you myself.

- How much fun?

- Extremely.

Astonishingly...

Breathtakingly.

- Fancy.

I gotta work.

- When are you going to quit?

- I can't, I have to maintain lavish lifestyle.

Mmm.

- So, I heard about last night.

That wasn't nice.

- What exactly did you hear?

- You and Nick.

I mean I guess it's just inevitable.

Eventually we all just drift apart.

Because like, that's what the universe is doing.

You know?

Drifting, fading...

Dying, that's it.

And then one day you wake up and realize

you're dating a meteorite, when all a girl

really wants is to be whisked off

by a shooting star, you know?

- I thought they were the same thing?

- The point is.

You have the dream, we all do.

And eventually, you have to grow up

and settle for something more realistic.

Like, a quarry rock.

Or worse, like the Hideki rock.

Like the kind you find in one of those

sad in-flight magazines.

- Yeah, you lost me.

- That's life for most people.

I mean, not ours of course, but...

For most people.

- Yeah, but I mean...

What actually gets like, better with age?

- Hmmm...

My vintage motorcycle jacket.

- Right.

- Oh, so Jess posted pictures of last night.

And it appears you checked in at Canopy

around 11, eat, and then you were back

in BK 30 minutes later, it all makes sense now.

You know, you really should work on

a more socially viable virtual reputation.

- No wait, what makes sense?

- Nick, all over this model chick.

That's why you left, isn't it?

- No, I...

No, I mean, that's like, his job.

- Yeah, but it's the same one every time.

- Umm, Ben isn't here is he?

- I don't know, he's separated now,

he kinda does what he wants.

- Good day?

- Umm yeah, it's actually really--

- 2,100.

- Uh-huh, and what's Donna doing on the ticker?

- Up actually, it's 18.25.

- Uh-huh, and the inventory?

- In transit with an estimated delivery--

- Can I get some Coke?

- 15 minutes ago.

- Hey baby, it's Nick.

Listen, I feel like such shit about last night,

like seriously, shit just...

I don't know, shit just got mighty crazy,

you know how fucked up my schedule can get,

but you know, work now, live later.

I know you probably looked hot as shit last night.

Tell you what, uhh, drop by my show tonight,

kay, give me a ring, we can make up for last night.

- So, shall we?

- I can't, and I want to see Nick.

- Are you being serious?

- Yes, but, Beatriz is having people over,

so we could go over there and still have fun.

Oh, come on.

Please?

Please?

- Fine.

I'd fuck me.

- I'd fuck you.

- Really?

- Well yeah, if I was a guy.

I'd stick my penis in your vagina.

Totally.

- Well, thanks.

- -And she's in the shower, completely naked,

and she's...

and she's just, you know, waiting for Nick,

to go and switch over his film or whatever

bullshit excuse he made up to leave,

and then it wasn't until delivery guy turns up

that she thought wait a minute,

I wonder if Nick's actually arrived back yet?

And of course, he was nowhere to be found.

- This is supposed to be something about yourself.

- It is, I was there.

- You are an absolute--

He was, he was trying to get material

for his portfolio, because he's trying to find and agent--

- Lily!

It was material for his fucking wank bank!

- It was, why are you trying to make excuses for him?

- He's a very serious photographer.

And he had to go because he had...

I, no, but, really, really, it was very sweet,

and he felt very bad that he had to leave afterwards

and he came back and he made me dinner

and he apologized, it was really very sweet,

and so you know, those kind of things hap--

Whoa.

Oooo, secret, secret.

- Uh no it's, I have something

really exciting to tell you.

- Really, what is it?

- It's wonderful news.

- Alright, can everyone quiet down

a little bit please?

- Promise you won't freak out.

- Okay, I mean...

- Everyone shut the fuck up!

- Okay.

So, yes.

I have some really exciting news.

I am pleased to say, my time here,

in this wonderful city, has been quite amazing.

And it wouldn't have been half as amazing

without you guys being part of it.

So, it is with great sadness that I say,

I will not be taking residence here much longer.

I have a job in London with my dad's label

and I am, sadly, leaving.

In seven days.

This is my last week in New York.

- I'm excited for you man, that's awesome.

I'll miss you, though.

- Just a minute!

- That is really crazy but, what else

would you expect?

That's that.

- Yep, I guess she just needed change.

- I bet she won't even miss us.

- You'd be surprised.

- Are you okay?

You look like your dog just died.

- No, no, I'm fine.

- Hey, how's it going?

We'll see ya.

- When did you meet Kat?

- Four years ago.

We were roommates at FIT.

- How would you describe

your time together?

- Well, I think she actually learned a lot from me.

So...

I mean, I'm not saying that Kat like, isn't smart, but,

she just might be kind of disadvantaged.

From all of the drugs.

- Is this a period that she's overcome?

- Yes and no.

It's hard to tell with those kinds of people.

- You don't seem to have

a high opinion of her.

- No, it's...

Okay, so, this is gonna sound really horrible,

but umm, when I say eight and a half,

Kat thinks I mean penis size, so yeah,

it's pretty hard to talk with her

about anything that's, anything.

- I'm assuming you're not excited for her.

of people to fuck, that's awesome.

- So you don't feel happy for her?

- I mean it's not like it even fucking matters.

I don't need her.

- Why didn't you tell her off right then?

- God, can we please talk about something else?

- Okay.

So you hit a car with a beer.

Tell us about that.

- I was imagining Kat's head.

- What is this?

Sunglasses?

- It's a long story.

I flew over a few blocks to Agatha's peaceful tree,

hard-working bird, but lately I've sucked,

and I need to pull my shit together.

And tell Agatha thank you, for I owe you my life.

Tell me something good, tell me

you brought me coffee.

- I did not.

- I genuinely hope this is some sort of phase.

Awesome, you're hilarious, now get.

- There you are.

So we should, I mean, I can understand

how you're feeling.

- I don't think you do.

- I know it sucks, but this is huge for me.

You have to understand that.

You're going to start your own line,

it will be fucking awesome, I know it'll be.

This is going to work out.

- Can you just postpone it?

I can't, they'll get someone else.

This is a career move, how could you

not understand that?

- I get it.

- Then what's the big deal?

You're going to be big, Lily.

I knew it since the day we met.

No, really.

We'll make the best of this.

- I know.

- I hope I can make you feel better.

I want you to come to this art show tonight.

- Okay, I'll think about it.

- There are a lot of interesting people.

- Umm, so, the 17th, that's a Friday, right?

- Yeah.

More than enough time for us to have fun.

It'll be like sophomore year in Cabo.

Remember Cabo?

- Oh, I'm sorry, that was the text, not you.

- Yo, little mama!

- Hey, where you been, how's your girl?

- Right, right right right, cool cool.

Listen, I met this guy, total cokehead

but super down-to-earth, he's got this

huge Paris-based line, it's like crazy high-end.

Anyway I'm shooting his look book

and we totally hit it off, he takes me

to some fucking penthouse and we do some coke,

I tell him that you're in fashion

so I got you like a shitload of contacts, and...

- Okay.

- I was really just thinking of you,

and you know, I just want to respect you and shit,

and I don't think I'm doing a good job at that.

You gotta excuse me, I am a high mother fucker right now.

- You don't seem excited about the art show.

- Well that's really unfortunate.

- What do you expect to say to Kat?

- I mean that's if she even shows up.

- She said she'd make the best of things.

- Yeah, for her.

Doesn't exactly include me.

- I believe you and Kat

have a history at art galleries?

- Yeah, we do.

- Tell me about it.

- Umm...

I don't know, we would...

We'd like always umm, go as characters.

Like we'd, pretend to be French students

and then anyone you would meet

at the gallery, you'd keep on going with it.

I mean Kat always thought it was fucking hysterical.

I...

There was this one time we umm...

We ended up back at this photographer's apartment

and like, I don't know, we were pretending

to be British but my accents are really, really bad.

And I'm pretty sure he know that it was

complete bullshit, because I kept on like,

just saying these insane things.

Like, righto and cheeri-o.

Umm...

I don't know, Kat couldn't stop laughing.

But he might have been too fucked up to really notice.

- Dude, not supposed to touch the artwork.

- Of course.

I feel really stupid right now, sorry.

- It's fine.

Are you having fun?

- Yeah, it's a great space.

- Yeah, yeah.

What about the artwork?

What do you think?

- It's pretty terrifying.

- Yeah.

What about this?

This is beautiful.

- Yeah I mean I guess...

Well you know style-wise, I can see that but,

I don't know, it just feels kind of

predictable, like how do you know

that it's not a ripoff of something else?

I think that if something has meaning, then it's beautiful.

But that's just my take.

- I don't know, it kind of feels

like all style to me.

- Who's to say style can't have substance?

Did you come here with someone tonight?

What do you do?

- Guess.

- Uh...

You're a waitress.

- I can't believe you said that, umm no acutally,

I am in fashion.

- Oh, of course.

- I work at this boutique in Soho right now,

I Don't Know.

- I don't know?

No, that's the name of the boutique, I Don't Know.

- Right.

Do you like it?

- I don't know.

No, I mean it's, it's fine, it's whatever,

it's a job.

I guess I just would really rather

own my own store.

- So does that mean that you don't create

your own work?

- No, I mean I tried, didn't really work out perfect.

I guess I'm not very good.

- I'm sorry but that is complete bullshit.

I mean why else would you into that medium?

To collect a bunch of old shit from other people,

that's not art.

I mean, the whole reason why you got into fashion

was to create something, to leave it behind.

I mean that's why we all get to be artists.

You know what I think?

I think that you're afraid of being judged.

That has something to do with it.

What?

Tell me I'm wrong.

- You're wrong.

- Right.

No, no, right.

Coming from the girl that just said

that my painting was empty.

Hi.

I'm Henri.

- I've been looking for you everywhere.

- Hi.

- Kat?

- No, no sorry, I'm Lily.

This is--

- Kat.

Nice to meet you.

- You too.

- We're going back to baby,

Henri, what's up?

This fine lady is uh, Valentina, I love it.

Two of them, nice bro, very nice.

So, are they coming wi--actually,

let's let the ladies make up their own minds,

'cuz females, they're independent and intelligent,

I'm Colin by the way, how are you?

- Uhh...

- Okay, how about you go get us a cab?

- Absolutely.

Love you!

Big cock.

- Okay, so that's someone that you know.

- Yeah, yeah it is.

- Regrettably. - - Wow.

- Goodness.

- Yeah.

Hey, let me give you my number.

- Okay, umm....

- Here, let me uh...

Let me help you.

Do you want to come to a party

and you can bring your friend?

- Oh, shit, no, I work really late.

- Not this late.

- Let's go!

Come on, let's go.

Call her, call her.

- That's just fucking weird.

- It was kind of--

Okay it is a little weird.

It's a little weird.

- As if I would be impressed by that,

I mean you know who my godfather is, seriously.

Where we off to?

- I'm gonna head home.

- Boo!

- What?

I had a fun night.

I just want to go home and crash.

- Lil.

- I'll see you in the morning.

Try to come before noon?

- Sure, fine, whatever you need.

See you in the morning.

- What time is it?

- It's before noon.

Why is everything so god damn bright?

- Because this is what we normal people call day time.

- Come down.

- I've got some of your shit, I packed it up for you,

I thought you might need it.

- Pass it.

Bring it with you.

- Selling?

- Yep.

All of this.

So, I have a bunch of other things

I was going to sell, but I think you should have them.

- Thanks, as long as I can sell them.

- Why would you do that?

- Jeez, I was just kidding.

- So, how's Nick?

- Nick is good.

- You never told me what happened

after he stood you up.

- You're selling this?

- It's lovely, but I don't wear it enough.

- I bought this for you, Kat.

- Did you?

- It's funky and I like it.

- Then keep it, I don't care.

- You keeping this?

- Happy Christmas.

- Kat, I...

- So the total comes to 954 dollars.

- Super.

- Let's talk about your career.

- What about it?

- Do you enjoy where you're working?

- Umm, am I a masochist?

- Is that what you consider Agatha to be?

- Umm, no.

I think the only thing that could possibly bring

her pleasure is black leather against her thighs.

- How do you see yourself when you're old?

- Don't you want to create your own line?

- Well yeah, but, I don't really think

that's an option right now.

I mean if you know anyone who wants

to give money to a 23-year-old, please let me know.

- Then would you say you're stuck?

- No, umm....

God, you're making this out so much worse than it is,

it's just...

Okay, so maybe the boutique is cold and dead

and lifeless, but I mean, I am making

a lot of great contacts that I can use

later in my life.

- Do you really mean that?

- No.

- Let's talk about Henri.

- Let's.

- Do you want to make love to him?

- Umm...

Maybe, sure, why not?

- What do you look for in a guy?

- Well, a career in fashion or art, film,

photography, music, I mean I can't help it.

I like guys who create.

a fear of expressing yourself creatively?

- Wow.

Umm, I just went to fashion school,

so I don't have a problem creating.

I mean, like, it's just not my thing right now.

- Uh-huh.

- Really.

You know, I think I've made some

really bold choices with my life.

- Lily!

- Lily, it's Nicky here, get your ass up.

You got plans tonight?

- What's the matter?

- My boy Dan is deejaying

at the club right now.

Fucking DJ Dan, you met him what,

like five times?

Come on, come through.

- Text me.

- Yeah, fashion girl by day...

- You look so hot.

- Yeah, I thought you had a learning disorder.

Oh my god.

I have not stopped thinking about that night.

- We don't have to talk about that, really.

- I have to get this off my chest.

Those models, they're all so tall,

and beautiful, and flawlessly have those perfect--

Whenever I was with them, I was just thinking of you.

- Wait, I thought there was just one.

- Oh, come on.

If it rains, then everything gets wet.

Does it really matter if it rains again an hour later?

- What?

Nick?

- You know what I'm trying to say is that,

like a really, really soft man.

- Wait, you slept with one of your models?

- Oh my god, none of them compare, Lily,

that's what I'm trying, mm--

Hey.

Remember what I said about eye contact.

- Hey, make some waffles.

- I can't, I have to go home.

- No, come on, make some waffles first.

- I have to go to work.

- Well then, I'm coming with you.

- Nick.

- Come on!

How much do you work?

- No, I don't think so.

- Jesus.

There's so much day, see what you're wasting?

- Wait, what?

What is this?

- That is a bra.

Oh Jesus Lily, could you please not

start this this morning?

Oh my god.

- You know what, I am taking this,

because this is my face!

- Oh Jesus Christ.

- Fuck you.

Oh!

Shit.

- Hi.

- Mom?

I'm not available

to take your call, please leave a message

and I will get back to you.

- Are you ready?

So, let's talk about Nick.

- Yeah, well that was obviously humiliating.

- Then why do you put up with him?

- I don't know, umm...

I just want to be with someone

who could do so much better than me.

- Doesn't that put you in low regard?

- No, it actually means that I have really high standards.

- I see.

- Yeah, glad we cleared that up.

- You kind of seem to be

going through a tailspin.

- Well, call it what you will.

- Where are your parents?

- Umm...

They're not here.

They moved, they have better things going on.

- Don't you feel like going home?

- Do you want to get out of here?

- No, I didn't know with the...

I think I just didn't get it.

- I understood it.

- Did you?

- I did, and it was fucking appalling.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

- Tell me what you really thought.

- Do you have a light?

- Uh, yeah.

- So this is like what you're into then,

like, standing around every...

- Yeah every night, yeah.

- Every single night.

- I mean, I thought it was pretty interesting.

I don't know, I guess I just didn't quite understand it.

- Nice ring.

- Oh, umm, thanks, it's actually pretty cool,

it was my grandma's.

My grandpa brought it back for her

from World War II.

I'm like really into old things.

There's actually, there's this

amazing vintage place near my house

and on the weekends sometimes I go there

and I can just rummage for hours.

- Yeah, you find some really cool stuff,

don't you Lily?

- Yeah.

- You're a really great vintage shopper.

- I guess, I don't know.

- Yeah.

She found this amazing coat once.

Do you remember the coat?

- What coat?

- What coat?

- Okay, it's time to hear this story.

- Yes.

- Okay, so Lily found this coat,

this time she bought this coat, she spent

probably about 350 dollars on this coat,

which, you know, is a really fine

amount of money to spend if it's you know,

one of a kind, vintage, lovely, old, unique piece.

And then a couple of weeks later

we were walking down Fifth Avenue,

and we see the same coat,

- No, the same coat? - - In the window

of a department store, yeah.

And it was on sale for about maybe

a third of what she paid for it.

She just got ripped off by some flea market twat.

Pretty fucking bad mistake for a fashion student to make.

- Hey, do you know if there's a bathroom in here?

- Oh, I don't think so.

- Oh.

Okay, I, well, I'm gonna try to go find--

Don't move.

- Okay.

- I'll be right back!

- Yo!

- Someone's in the fucking bathroom.

- So uh, where's your girlfriend?

- I don't know, she's never been like this.

- So?

What did you do?

- Fuck off, I didn't do anything!

She's so overdramatic.

She's adorable though, isn't she?

- She is.

- Hey.

- Hello.

- You will never guess who I saw.

- Who?

- Your ex, Erasus.

I mean, you remember Erasus, don't you?

- I do, Lily.

- He was such a racist.

- He wasn't racist.

- Then what was he?

- An asshole.

- I mean I guess you wouldn't really

remember that though, since you were

just blacking out all the time.

- Excuse me?

- I mean, I'm just saying that

you were into some really dark shit.

- Yeah, I was, thanks for bringing it up.

- So uh, buried or cremated?

- Buried. - - Cremated.

- The way I see it you can choose.

You can either be a turban, or a bobby pin.

I mean, sure one is fun and flashy,

but it goes out of style like that.

Bobby pins are a bore, but they're dependable.

They get the job done.

No fussing with the trends,

just invisible fixtures, doing their job.

And like, I know a lot of guys

who secretly wish they could borrow hairstyles

or styles from a genre not their own.

- Uh-huh.

- They can't, like the lawyer, who is

afraid of what the firm's senior partners

or even his cleaning lady might think.

Will they wonder, is he a pedophile?

Or worse?

Like a hipster?

- Aaargh!

- Are you having a bad day?

- Hello?

- Hey, hey, hi, Henri it's...

Uh, yeah, sorry.

Umm...

Yeah, so I got out of work early,

do you want to like grab a drink or some--

Yeah.

No, that sounds great.

I can be over there in a little,

I just have to drop by my place.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll see you soon.

Bye.

- Hey.

Hey.

- Hey.

Yeah man, yeah yeah yeah, I'm just finishing up,

and then I'm out the door.

Alright, yeah.

Sorry, I gotta go.

But uh, I mean you can stay here if you want.

Or...

Come with me.

- Have fun?

- What are you talking about?

- Henri texted, said he was with you.

- We ran into each other after work.

- How cute.

You're like a little porcelain doll.

- So, what do you want to get into tonight?

I'm not tired.

- Hmm, now that the night's properly fucked,

I'm gonna bug off to bed.

- It's not even 10.

- I'll see you tomorrow night.

- What are you smiling about?

- I've never been finger-painted by a guy before.

- Are you in love?

- Ummm, I guess.

- Are you bothered by the fact

that Kat only has two days?

- Really?

- So where the fuck's Henri?

- Hey.

Glad you decided to stop by.

- Sorry we're late.

No, welcome, welcome.

I mean we barely started.

Here, looks like you could use one of these.

Well listen, if things get too extreme,

I want you to tell me.

I feel responsible for you two.

- Okay, yeah, seems like pretty crazy here.

- Good, well, enjoy.

- So my mother thinks that it's like

a fun mother-daughter bonding thing.

She should take me to go and see a psychic with her.

Like, I know, seriously, I mean the last--

I mean, I don't want to go see a psychic anyway,

let alone with my mother, can you imagine?

I mean what might, like what might come out, you know?

In front of her, and I don't want

to know her stuff, either, I mean seriously,

my mother's lovely.

- So you're in fashion?

- Yeah, I am.

- Oh, I think fashion's pointless.

- Two, three more?

Three more.

- Oh, here, I'll help you.

- You didn't even finish that one.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You having fun?

- Yeah, this is an amazing apartment.

I really like the Christmas lights.

- Yeah.

You know, you can tell me if Colin's being an asshole.

- No.

No, I mean he's just, you know,

like, really witty.

Okay, he's kind of an asshole.

- Yeah, yeah he is.

Mmm-hmm.

So uh, you know how to make these?

- I think I can handle it.

- Yeah?

- Mmm-hmm.

- Alright.

- Say when.

- When, when!

Okay, okay, alright.

Are you trying to trip me?

- No.

- Look, you can just tell me that you want to fuck me, Lily.

Or don't.

But quit it with this grade school shit.

- Okay, yeah.

I'm a bit over this Henry, I think

we need a bit of volume.

Alright, we can either take one of these

pretty blue pills or you can get the fuck out

of Henry's house.

Ladies first.

Everybody take one.

And one.

And uno.

And uh, one for you.

Last but not least.

Henri I'll see you in about two hours.

Enjoy.

- I know I've been really weird lately.

But I just wanted to say I'm really happy for you.

- Well that's wonderful to hear.

Tell us about your last girlfriend.

- Aaahhh.

There's not much to tell, really.

Umm...

I was in love with her, and...

Then I wasn't.

- Was she a 10?

- You're a 10.

If I put you two together.

Is everybody alright?

- Mmm-hmm.

- I want to kiss you both.

- Well?

- Fuck.

- Good morning, pussycat.

- What is that?

- Please, tell me if I'm doing something

fucked up here, I'd like to know.

- I'm not talking to you.

- Why not?

- That means you made Henri blow you so long,

he fell asleep on your vagina.

- Okay, so this is about him?

It's about you then, it's always about you.

- Why did you do it?

- What did you expect?

Lily, listen, do you think I'd be pissed

if it was you?

- Do not touch me.

- Don't ruin this.

I keep trying to make this fun,

this whole summer, and you keep

fucking ruining it.

- Wait, are you serious?

I'm the one ruining this?

Kat, you ruined everything, you are

actually destroying everything!

- What are you talking about?

- You hurt me and you betrayed me, Kat!

And if you really felt so fucking bad about it,

you wouldn't even consider leaving.

- I didn't know I hurt you.

- Yeah, well you hurt me really fucking bad.

It hurts like hell, okay, and you keep on

saying that I'm the one ruining this?

We spent four years pretending that

we were going to completely take over the world,

and then like, completely, out of the blue,

you tell me that you're moving to England

a week before?

And you're not moving for a job, okay,

just stop fucking saying that.

You are moving because you are scared.

And because you're bored and it's easy,

and you're bored and you don't know what else to do.

And it's just so easy to move, when

all you really think about is getting drunk

and getting high and getting laid

and having fun, and you know what Kat?

That's because you don't really do anything.

You don't fucking do anything!

And nobody else seems to really realize it,

because you have this awesome fucking British accent.

It's like bollocks, I'm packed, and I can

do whatever I want, cheeri-o, and I can be

split and tipping and fucking

going all around tra la la la la,

but because I'm blonde and hot,

people think I'm whimsical.

It's all, oh, righty-o why don't I just

go ahead and fuck everyone!

And I mean that literally and figuratively,

Kat, you fuck everyone.

- I never, never meant to hurt you.

- You hurt me all the time, Kat.

Whenever it makes you feel better.

Don't fucking do that again!

- Describe your friendship in one word.

- That's a really stupid question.

- I'm just trying to understand.

- Umm...

I mean it's not that complicated.

We were really close and then she fucked it up.

- You're coming tomorrow, right?

- Coming to what?

- Kat's going away thing.

- Where is it?

- I assumed you organized it.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- She's your best friend, Lily.

You can't just not be there.

- You.

- Lily.

I came here to apologize.

- Really?

Tell me more.

- Well, we promised that you wouldn't

let your shit get in the way of us?

- You're the one that's full of shit!

- Oh come on, I know that you don't believe that.

- Get the fuck out of here.

- I'm sorry, that is not how we speak to clients.

- Eat a dick, Agatha!

- I think it's safe to assume you don't

want to be here anymore.

I mean you're bored, you're....

I don't know, what are you?

- 23.

- 23.

You feel like you should be doing something,

exciting.

- That's not the way it is.

- Oh, no, it is.

I see what goes on here.

My last job sucked the life out of me.

That's why I hire people like Agatha.

Nothing left to suck.

You know.

So I'm gonna fire you.

And look, I say go for it.

Get your hands dirty, get poor, get desperate,

try ecstasy, do coke.

Get fucking dangerous.

40, with kids, and a miserable mortgage.

Now's the time to fucking live.

Now I know you, are having, proble--

Where are you going?

- Holy fuck!

Really?

Really.

Get back here!

- I wanted to say goodbye.

The plane leaves in two hours.

Anything you want to say?

- Not this time, my love.

- Have you stayed in touch?

- Yeah.

We talk sometimes.

- How are you feeling now?

- Really good, actually.

I don't know, I think that sometimes

you have to split apart in order to grow.

Or grow up.

- And is that the profound note

you want to end on?

- I mean, who says that this is the end?