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I've got to quit smoking.

So much for New Year's
resolutions.

You really fucked everything up,
didn't you, MJ?

Amanda, quit attacking me.

You have no idea what I've been
going through.

Fighting isn't getting us
anywhere, you guys.

Don't you think maybe we should
go look for her?

Maybe.

I don't know.

What time is it, anyway?

Just after 2:00.

And it looks like we're going to
be here for a while.

Does anybody want more coffee?

You certainly know how to clear
out a party.

Give it a rest, Amanda.

Let's face it.

This isn't the first time you've
ruined

one of our little soirees.

Oh, yeah?

For instance?

For instance, your birthday.

Come on, everybody, let's
surprise her--

1, 2, 3.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, babe.

Happy birthday, MJ.

Ah, Henry, meet my roommates,
my best friend, Frankie--

Hello, Henry.

and her boyfriend, Taylor.

Hi, Henry.

And this is Banks and
Amanda.

Hi, Henry.

How you doing?

Uh, I'm late.

I've got to get back to work.

Hey, good
morning, Los Angeles.

It's 7:00 AM, September 1 and
cloudy a 68 degrees.

And here's a new one from Rain
on Fire called "Here We Are."

What?

Amanda, it's Dad.

Willy has disappeared again.

And I'm damn sure he's not on
his way to school.

I've found all of his books
under his bed.

If he shows up, will you please
redirect him,

and try to stress the importance
of an education to him.

That brother of yours won't make
it out

of the 11th grade at this rate.

Ch!

Good morning!

I can't go back there.

I just left that place, oh, six
hours ago.

Hey, let's both call in sick
today.

Come on.

We can go sailing and we can do
it all day long.

Please.

You know I can't, and neither
can you.

Why?

Because Mario starts the mural
today.

It's a big day.

He needs me.

I need you, too.

Come on back to bed.

Taylor, get up.

I refuse to move until you come
back here and kiss me now.

Good morning.

Mm.

Good morning.

Who the fuck finished off my
Captain Crunch?

Amanda, please.

Hey, baby, what's for
breakfast?

Really nice going.

Good morning!

Hey, Banks.

Good morning.

Oh, I got a big audition
today.

You may be looking at the future
Mr. Cat Chow.

Right on, brother.

Everybody owes me rent money.

The shower's fucked up again.

Then somebody has to call
the landlord.

I'm not it. - Not it.

Not it.

Not it.

Has anybody seen my
white silk shirt?

Now what?

Aw, Henry, um, I'm late.

I'll-- I'll call you.

So, you guys, what time is this
birthday dinner tonight?

About 8:30.

It sounds a little early for
MJ.

Bye. BANKS: See you.

Later.

Oh, Amanda, you're going to
make the cake, right?

One of your special four layers
with--

with pretty roses and stuff.

This shirt's--

Taylor, toast.

Don't count on me tonight.

Oh.

It would mean a lot to MJ if you
were there.

Mm.

I'll see what I can do, huh?

Bye.

So who's the guy?

Just a guy.

Well, I hope you're being
careful.

Yes, thank you.

I'm using condoms.

I hate them, but I'm using them.

I'll see you tonight, mother.

See you tonight, dear.

And try not to be too late.

We're going to school.

Oh, forget school.

Look at it outside.

Come on.

Let's go to the beach and eat
cheeseburgers.

Will, Dad called this morning,
OK?

He's pissed.

Yeah, well, fuck him.

I mean, school's whack, really,
Minks.

You wouldn't believe what they
had us doing yesterday.

We spent the entire health class
putting rubbers on bananas.

It's totally bogus.

And besides, my band is kicking
ass.

I'm going to be famous like my
big sister.

Yeah, well, I'm hardly
famous.

Yet.

Yet.

Hey, guys, it's me.

Yeah, I'm sorry I'm late.

I had a little problem this
morning

that I couldn't get rid of.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I did hear about that
takeover bid.

What's the reaction in the
market?

Really?

Uh-huh.

Well, I spoke to my infamous CPA
friend.

And I'm going to see him at 4:00
for drinks.

Then I'm on to my stinking rich
gold and oil friends, yeah.

Yeah, I think they're ready to
close a deal.

Oh, and David, I'm sorry.

But this will never happen
again.

OK?

All right.

Right.

Bye.

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

Hey, you've got another
hole in your ear.

Yeah, Stacey made me do it.

Stacey?

Who's Stacey?

My woman.

Wait a minute.

I thought Jocelyn was your
girlfriend.

That ended weeks ago.

Huh.

Hi, Mr. Sullivan.

Hi-ya.

Is this Mr. Rogers'
neighborhood?

Who the hell knows her neighbors
in Los Angeles?

Can I come to the birthday
party tonight?

Get in the car.

You are late for school.

Please?

Stuart, this is all my fault.
But let's not get the insurance

company involved, OK?

I mean, they could be such a
hassle.

Let me level with you.

Today's my 25th birthday.

And if I don't
get to work in five minutes,

I'm going to lose my job.

OK, OK.

Calm down.

You look like a smart man.

Yeah.

What do you do?

No, let me guess--

Hollywood.

You make great movies.

No, actually real estate.

That was my second guess--

commercial, definitely.

How'd you know?

Your style, the Armani suit,
a man who enjoys

the finer things in life.

You're good at what you do.

And so am I.

And what is it that you're so
good at?

Making intelligent people
terrifyingly rich.

You know, we should get together
and talk business.

And then we can clear up this
matter about the car.

Ah, it's actually not that bad.

I know a mechanic who owes me a
favor.

Perfect.

Let me give you my number.

My business cards are being
reprinted,

so I'll give you my home number.

Call me, Stuart.

OK, Linda.

Hey, Linda.

Yes, Stuart?

Happy birthday.

Oh!

Thank you.

Jesus, Hallelujah.

Oh, Mario.

I thought we'd use the
whole wall.

We'd have, like, this vibrant
blue color

and with these huge eyes that
are just,

like, piercing down to you.

Mm-hmm.

And then, um, it would kind of
like an abstract thing

with this Aztec, um, style, you
know,

like, with the little shapes.

And then they make up the whole
picture.

And then of course, we'd sign my
name at the bottom right

there in big letters.

6-foot letters.

So typical of MJ to miss
her own party.

You guys, this is ridiculous.

Why don't we just go home?

Oh, come on.

I'm sure she just got caught up
with work.

You know how she tries to do
everything at once.

Ooh, sounds steamy to me.

I'm sure she's got a perfectly
fine reason for not being here.

Now can we just relax?

Probably some guy.

Named Jose Cuervo?

Who's that?

A great idea-- shots for
everybody.

All right, then-- yo,
bartender!

Why didn't you tell us earlier
it was your birthday?

Oh, because it's no big
deal.

You know, I should probably be
going.

Nonsense.

Aren't you guys exhausted?

What year were you born,
young lady?

My mother taught me never to
reveal my age.

Well, how does a 1969 sounds?

Close enough.

All right, one more.

I'll drink to that.

She kept been sitting there for
three and a half hours

with these screaming felines
crawling all over my body

just to see if I was a cat
person.

I've got fleas and scratches all
over me.

I hate cats.

Hey, waiter.

Well, guys, I just
called the house,

and she's not there.

Aw, a sucker's born every
minute.

Wait until you see Mario's
sketch for the mural.

It's so beautiful.

Really?

Oh, that's great.

That's really cool.

I can't wait to see it.

Yeah, me, too.

That would be good.

OK, OK, OK.

Chill out.

Oh, this is bullshit.

You know something?

You guys can sit here and wait
all night long if you want to.

But I'm going to go play some
pool.

Great idea, Minks.

What exactly is in Cat
Chow?

I don't exactly know.

But it tastes mostly like
cardboard with this touch

of gross fish guts.

Ugh.

So the director says, I
like

what you do with the acting, but
I don't feel

the connection between the cat.

Yeah, I love cats.

I've-- I've had cats all my
life.

I--

Well, look who showed up.

Hi, guys.

I'm really sorry.

By the time I got to the
restaurant,

you guys had already left.

She's bombed.

I totally lost track of time.

You know, MJ, you're one lucky
bitch you got friends like us.

Because nobody else would put up
with your shit.

I know.

I'm really sorry, you guys.

But I brought ice cream, Toffee
Heath

Bar Crunch, New York Super Fudge
Chunk, Chocolate Burnt Almonds.

Aw, come on, you guys.

I'm going to take everybody out
big time

when I collect my commission on
these clients.

You should've seen the money
that was flying.

We had three $500 bottles of
champagne.

So?

We were drinking long necks for,
what, $250 a bottle?

It had to be at least.

Oh.

Anybody want anything.
I'm getting a beer.

No, I'm fine. MJ: I'll have a
beer.

Yeah, me, too.

Listen, Willie, 16-year-olds
who

drink too much to be cool end up
on the bathroom

floor throwing up.

She speaks from experience.

No way, Minks, I'm not drunk.

I am not.

I'm just happy.

I mean it.

Happy birthday.

Oh, thanks, Banks.

I'll get it.

I'm not here.

I am not here.

Not here.

Hello?

Yeah, hi, it's
Henry.

Is MJ there?

Oh, hang on a minute.

OK.

MJ, it's Henry.

I'm not here.

Oh, silly me.

MJ's still out.

All right, I'll have--

Listen, I
called two times before.

Fine.

Bye.

Well, make
sure she--

That's the third time he's
called today.

Tell me about it.

Fuck them once, they want to put
a goddamn leash

around your neck.

Did you, by chance, grew up in
a truck stop, Amanda?

Banks, why are you a fag?

Willie!

What?

Uh, it's a long and complicated
story that I--

Ugh.

Oh, brother.

Anybody you want to help me put

this little nightmare to bed?

Let's take him out back and
shoot

him first, the little shit.

Are the two of you coming?

Uh, in a minute.

Ready?

Uh, happy birthday, MJ.

Really, just a
pleasure

spending the evening with you.

We have something
for you.

Happy birthday.

Oh, god.

It's really for everyone, so
you know.

Oh, my god.

Oh, Frankie, this is so
beautiful.

It's from Indonesia.

Yeah, I made this.

Frankie, I'm sorry about
tonight.

It's OK.

I understand.

Happy birthday, girlfriend.

I love you, Frankie.

Well, I'm going to bed.

Hey, MJ, um, I thought Henry was
kind of cute.

Why didn't you want to talk to
him?

Because there are 200,000
Henrys in LA.

And I just haven't found one
that I want to spend

the rest of my life with.

Ah.

Well, don't give up.

It can happen to me.

All right, well, good night.

Good night, Frankie.

Ugh, Taylor.

You know when I realized I was
turning into an adult?

I was driving really fast one
day.

And I could visualize being in a
car

accident, the crunching metal,
being pinned

against the steering wheel.

Maybe that was just a-- a
message to slow down, you know,

like cracking the Mercedes?

Oh, please.

I got out of that one, no
problem.

Besides, you've got to move
really quick to get

what you need in this lifetime.

Even if that means hurting
people?

Come on, Banks.

You both want it just as badly
as I

do, Ms. Metropolitan Museum and
you, the aspiring actor.

Yeah, well, at least we're not
self-destructive.

I mean, come on, MJ.

Where is your sense of
self-worth?

I mean, you are always taking
advantage of people,

and you know it.

I really don't need a lecture on
morals.

You know, sometimes I wonder if
you even have any.

Want to try it on?

I didn't hear you come in.

It's getting too crazy.

What are you talking about?

Things are becoming serious
with Frankie.

Oh, I'm so happy for you.

I just have one question,
though.

Why are you still sleeping with
me?

It can't happen anymore.

I just wanted to tell you that.

So these women artists
really put on gorilla masks

and protest sexism in the arts?

Yeah.

Somehow I can see you
slinking through the streets

in a fake black fur.

Yeah, well, at least they're
making

a statement about the white male
domination in the art world.

I mean, you walk into any art
gallery,

and you look at the ratio.

I mean, it's pitiful.

It's the same white, male
artists

over, and over, and over again.

I mean, I swear, I am going to
start the LA

chapter of the Guerrilla Girls.

Watch me.

I will.

I know.

It's like, every time I turn on
the TV,

it's the same faces getting the
same bad TV roles.

You know, sometimes I really
wonder what the hell I'm doing.

Like today at this audition, the
casting director

was all smiles.

It was a perfect delivery,
Banks.

That was wonderful.

And then she shuffles me out and
shuffles in six

other guys who look just like.

I just feel like I'm wasting my
time.

No, you are not.

Hey, you've got two national
commercials.

I mean, that is great.

Any horse's ass can drink a
soft drink and sell ketchup.

Uh-uh.

I'm thinking of getting back
into the theater.

Yeah?

Back East somewhere.

My agent keeps telling me that a
movie will happen

soon, but yada, yada, yada.

It's like I keep waiting for
something out there to make

me feel whole and complete.

But maybe that's my problem.

Come on, Banks.

You know, you-- you have to have
those dreams and those goals,

too.

I know.

I think the future is overrated,
anyway.

I mean, whatever happened to
living in the present,

you know, being happy day by
day?

How often do you find yourself
thinking,

as soon as I get that job or--

or meet that person or-- or sell
that painting,

then I'm going to be happy.

You know, I think there's
something

inherently wrong with that way
of thinking.

I think we constantly set
ourselves

up for dissatisfaction.

Hey, hey.

I'm sorry.

I'm just in a piss of a mood.

I had a lousy audition.

I don't have enough money for
rent.

Hey, listen, you know, I sold a
painting last week.

So it's no problem.

I can give you the money.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Thanks.

Do you mind if I take you up on
that?

Don't feel bad.

I really like that one.

I think it's going to be great.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Well, maybe someday it'll hang
in the Museum

of Contemporary Art.

You hang onto those dreams,
girlfriend.

That's why we stay in this
smog-infested city.

Come on.

I got to change for an
appointment.

And then I'm going to buy you
some breakfast.

Come on, Joey, hurry up, man.

Frankie, did you hear
about George's brother?

No.

ESG got him.

His first night out of jail,
they shot him.

Oh, my god.

You're staying out of it, aren't
you?

Mario?

Yeah, yeah, I'm not stupid.

Give it to me.

Give it to me! Give it back!

It's mine!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

All right, you, sit down.

You, sit down.

Now, you just-- you just sit
here until you're

ready to behave, OK?

I got plenty of other kids that
want to paint.

I'm really sick of you picking
on people, George.

Why don't you mind your own
business?

Because it is my business.

You could have called to tell
me this.

But you didn't.

You came here.

I know why you're here and so do
you.

MJ, it's over with now.

I just wanted to see you face to
face and be done with it.

Now, Taylor, wouldn't you miss
our little rendezvous?

Stop it.

I know you want me.

How can you go on doing this?

You know, I thought she was your
friend.

The same way you can.

I know how you feel about me.

I can see it in your eyes.

I don't feel that way anymore.

Touch me, Taylor.

I want you to touch me.

Touch me.

Please?

Taylor, your heart's beating
fast.

So is mine-- so fast.

Don't stop. Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Oh, yeah.

Well, you see, in this painting
here,

she is holding his-- his head
out of the window,

because she's deciding whether
or not to keep him.

And the monkey around her neck
symbolizes

the relationship which-- which
doesn't go beyond the physical.

Mm, that's, uh, interesting.

What size is that?

This one's 6 by 8.

Oh, do you have anything
smaller?

No.

To be honest, uh, I'm not sure I
have

any openings for some time.

But, uh, maybe over dinner you
could convince

me to rearrange my schedule.

What do you say?

Um, thanks, but no thanks.

Oh.

Oh, god, what if somebody comes
home?

Nobody's coming home for an
hour.

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Shit.

Somebody's here.

Grab my jacket.

Mm-hmm.

Nectar.

Hey, Will.

Hey.

Are you coming to my boss's
party today?

Absolutely.

Where is it?

Malibu.

Free beer?

All you can drink.

I suppose I can check it out.

Speak.

The car has been
stolen.

Before I call the police, I
thought your brother

might have an idea about-- - Hi,
Dad.

Hi, Dad.

Yeah, Amanda,
Willie wouldn't be

there by any chance, would he?

Yeah, yeah, he's here.

Did you know
he's supposed to be grounded?

No, no, that-- the was
my fault.

I asked him to come over and
help me hang some stuff.

Well, it would
have been nice if he'd

let me know he was taking--

No, no, no, you're right.

He should've left a note.

All right, well,
make

sure he doesn't drink anything.

No, I promise.

Be sure he gets
home OK, will you?

OK.

All right, bye,
honey.

Speak to you soon. DAD : OK.

Bye bye.

Bye.

You are busted!

Will, you got to stop stealing
dad's car.

Come on.

I can't face all those gonads on
the bus.

And besides, the car's just
sitting there.

He's never around, anyway.

What's with all the beer?

Oh, god.

Thanks for covering for me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, uh, wh-- what time's that
party today?

You're not going to the party.

You are going home.

But MJ invited me.

No!

Besides, you owe Banks an
apology.

And until he gets one, this
house is off limits, OK?

Banks?

I mean it!

Anybody home?

Oh, hi, guys.

Banks, dude, look, I'm
sorry about asking

why you're a butt pirate.

Oh, my god.

Willie.

Hey, no hard feelings, all
right, man?

What?

What?

MJ.

MJ, your boss has a nice little
beach house.

And this is just for
weekends--

ritziest place in town.

Oh, my god.

Devine.

Wow.

Ooh, valet.

We're pulling in.

We're here, oh, dear.

Are you nervous, Frankie?

Mm.

Hey, thanks.

Oh, my god.

I'm going to the bar.

Excuse me.

Oh, champagne.

Cheers.

MJ, it's about time.

And of course, you know Julia.

Yeah.

Nice to see you, MJ.

Yes.

You look so fit and skinny.

The house is great.

Everything looks--

It's nice of you to say so.

Would you excuse me for a
minute?

I need to have a word with the
caterer.

Bye, honey.

Ooh, your wife hates me.

Well, of course, but for all
the right reasons.

I'd take it as a compliment.

It's good to see you again.

I'm sorry.

I don't know you.

Yes, you do.

But since you might not
remember,

it wasn't in this lifetime.

But I'm sure it's you.

Apparently, you're mistaking me
for somebody who-- who

just might buy into this shit.

Wait.

Wait a minute.

I want to talk to you.

Every thought, every feeling,
every action of my life,

my pasts has led me to this
moment.

You are the other half.

Spare me, OK?

The more you know, the less
you'll understand.

Alexander, Alexander Midnight.

When did you make that one up?

I, uh-- I come from a long
lineage of Midnights.

Let me guess.

When you're not, um, you know,
passing out the cocktails,

I bet you are an actor.

And if I said yes, what does
that mean?

You so easily define people by
their-- by their occupations?

Don't measure a person's
strength

on what we call distinction,
true individuality.

Everyone wants to make their
mark.

But the Buddhists say that is
only the pursuit of a phantom.

You're not one of those
chanting Buddhists, are you?

But this-- this identity, this
label, it's merely a thought.

It's a-- it's a picture of who
we are, what we can be.

It's an illusion.

Do you want to take a walk?

Well, I thought you were
working this party.

Not anymore.

Whoa, windy.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Hey, it's Vic Montana.

Hello.

The pleasure's all yours.

Excuse me.

I have to get a light.

Excuse me.

You know, you remind me of
someone.

So, is there anything you want
to confess?

You seem like the type of person
who has a lot of secrets.

Why would I tell you?

Because you like me.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

I do not.

You're lying.

How can you tell?

'Cause your nostrils are
flaring.

No, they're not.

Yes, they are.

They're not!

They are.

They're not.

You're very cute.

Hi, honey.

I just met the Fruit of the Loom
grape.

He's actually a hell of a nice
guy.

Hey, that guys, he's really
cute.

He's very cute.

You're not shopping.

Oh, yeah.

Where is Taylor, anyhow?

I don't know, probably working.

Everything OK with you guys?

Yeah.

You know what, Banks?

I think I'm going to marry him.

Really?

Someday.

I'm happy for you.

Thank you.

That's great.

So why are you so quiet all the
time?

Why do you ask so many
questions all the time?

I want to know everything about
you.

Well, maybe I'm resting my
brain.

You have this goddess thing
about you, you know that?

Really?

You remind me of Aphrodite.

Well, maybe I should have been
a statue in somebody's garden.

What are you so angry about?

I admire you social workers for
doing something so selfless

in this town full of ego
maniacs.

I'm no exception.

Banks, yes, you are.

Listen, honey, you're wasting
your time with Tinkerbell here.

Call me.

Hey, love your shampoo spot.

It worked!

Yeah.

Don't ask.

Having fun at your party?

No, you?

I love your party.

Yeah, well, you have to say
that.

You work for me.

No.

I mean, look at all these
dreadful people

I'm forced to entertain
pretending to like each other.

At least in New York people hate
each other openly.

Although, there is one person
I'd like you to meet.

Mm-hmm-- over there.

See him?

Paul Knowles, a major venture
capitalist, recently divorced.

Aphrodite, want to take a dip?

What, you think I'm going to
get in this thing with you?

Why not?

Well, what if somebody comes
in?

I mean, I usually don't make a
habit of getting into hot tubs

with people I just met at a
party.

But we didn't just meet.

OK, the other life--

I completely forgot.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's just a tub.

Plus, look what I found.

OK, OK.

But, um, just leave your
underwear on.

Oh, I wouldn't have it any
other way.

Here, you can wear my T-shirt.

I'll just, uh-- I'll wait under
here until you've changed.

Ah.

Hey, come on.

Hurry up, all right?

And don't look!

Actually, I just got back from
spending a month in Kenya.

Mm.

There I was.

The people there say it's the
soul of the universe.

I think so.

It's a good place to get away,
clear your mind.

Oh.

But enough about that stuff.

David tells me you're the new
fireball down at the brokerage.

I love my job.

Maybe we should get together
and, uh--

Talk money?

Well, I had thought about a
little dinner first.

That would be great.

Let me give you my card.

Great.

My home number is on it.

Call me. - Perfect.

Thanks.

My brother and I used to
pretend we were in "Sea Hunt"

and stay underwater for 45
minutes

and really freak our mother out.

How amusing.

Stop it.

Hey, how come you're so worried
about being

miss perfect all the time, huh?

Stop it!

Don't you realize that it is
precisely

our imperfections that makes
each

human individually lovable?

Do you ever take some time and
actually listen to this shit

that you say?

Do you?

I am a firm believer in love at
first sight.

And few people are fortunate
enough to experience it.

So why are you telling me this?

When I saw you earlier, I knew
that we

had been together before.

That's what love at first sight
is.

It's a reconnection of two old,
intertwined souls.

It's snowing.

Hey, man, thanks a lot for the
party.

Oh, yeah.

We really have to have you over
next time.

Betty-- - Thank you very much.

Sure.

Thank you, Betty.

Hey, wait a second!

Wasn't that guy working for us?

I know.

I should have called.

Are you mad?

No, I was just worried when you
never showed up.

I know.

I'm sorry.

But I-- I'm just not in the mood
to be at a party tonight.

Taylor, what's going on?

I woke up this morning
wondering, how much of my life

am I going to spend working on
cases that I don't care about?

So I quit.

Do you think I'm crazy?

No.

I mean, I don't know what I'm
going to do.

But somehow that just doesn't
seem very important right now.

Well, I knew you were unhappy.

I had no idea it was this
extreme.

Yeah.

Well, I kind of wish you had
talked to me about it.

Uh, it was just something I
needed to work out alone.

Well, why don't you let me help
you?

I love you, Taylor.

I just want us to be happy.

I'm going to go to bed, you
guys.

- Yeah. - I'm sorry.

I'm tired.

I'll see you tomorrow. - OK,
honey.

- It was fun. - Good night.

Good night.

Mm, I think I'm going to turn
in, too.

Amanda?

Yeah?

Who was that guy that you
disappeared with?

Oh, he's just another lunatic
who's convinced

we were lovers in a past life.

Oh, dear.

It's very frightening.

Good night, honey.

Good night.

Hi, this is Henry's machine.

I'm not home right now--

Hello, I'm here. Don't hang up.

Hello?

Like, one minute you can't
stand the guy.

And then you're picking up the
phone and you're calling him.

Oh, you're one to talk, hopping
into hot tubs

with total strangers.

MJ, nothing happened.

Of course, I understand why
that's so difficult for you

to believe.

Because you probably would have
fucked him.

Just because some of us enjoy
sex

doesn't imply that I'm a slut.

Henry wasn't your type, anyway.

Neither were half the other
guys I've ever dated.

Do you guys know that I lost my
virginity to a kleptomaniac

whose name was Bobby Rose?

Seriously.

After you took my virginity, he
stole my father's watch--

a total klepto.

Well, at least you remember his
name.

I lost my virginity to Doris
Becker.

And I've never been the same
since.

Poris Becker?

Boris Becker, my god.

So, uh, Banks, have you ever
thought that--

I don't know-- maybe you just
haven't

been with the right woman yet?

Well, that's definitely
not the issue here.

But thank you for the offer.

Oh, you're welcome.

Look, I haven't lost my
virginity yet.

But I'll be sure to share it
with you all in great detail

when I do.

Jesus, isn't anybody tired in
this house?

It's 4:00 AM.

You know what's the really
weird thing

is that the only thing I can
remember it

is that it was in my parents'
house behind the couch.

It's so scary how our brains let
us remember

only isolated memories.

I think it's all still in
there.

But as we get older, our brain,
you

know, sorts through all those
ideas, and memories,

and feelings, and philosophies.

It's like it's all compact and
compressing down.

But you know like how a diamond
is formed?

OK, so we're forming a diamond
in our minds of who we are

and what we need to know.

Sometimes I think it's best
just to forget certain things

that have happened to us.

So, where are we going tonight?

He's making me dinner.

Oh, how '90s.

Oh, honey, you can't wear that.

So what-- who's making you
dinner?

The man I met at David's house.

The older one?

Ah.

Ugh, I do look fat.

Oh.

Yeah, you look--

She's really--

She's at least 10 pounds
overweight on the hips.

I haven't seen much of you and
Taylor lately.

Taylor quit his job, you guys.

Really?

Wow.

He didn't want me to say
anything.

He's been in a really weird mood
lately.

What an idiot.

He was making so much money.

So what is he going to do now?

I don't know.

Tonight's our one-year
anniversary.

Yeah.

Oh, god, I hope he remembers.

Doubtful.

Dang!

Amanda, Mr. Midnight's been
calling an awful lot lately.

Ugh-- not interested.

We're just friends.

You know, he's helped me put
together a show and stuff.

I think he's good looking.

And I think you guys make a
fabulous couple.

Listen, you can't wear
underwear with that.

You have major VPL.

Then I'm not going to go.

Christ, will you just put
anything on?

You're going to take it off,
anyway.

It's different with Paul.

He's older, sophisticated.

Besides, he's a potential
client.

And I have never slept with a
client.

Mm, mm, mm.

The opera man.

Taylor, I'm really glad you
remembered.

I thought for sure you'd forget.

You don't know what I'm talking
about.

Of course I do.

What then?

Jesus, Taylor.

Hi.

Hi.

Wow, you look great.

Thanks.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hey, is
Amanda there?

She's not here at the
moment.

Can I take a message and ask
who's calling, please?

This is
Alexander Midnight.

Oh, hi, Alex, how are you
doing?

Is there
something

wrong with your voice?

No, there's nothing wrong with
my voice.

What are
you doing tonight?

Tonight? ALEXANDER:
Yeah.

I'm painting.

Well, can
you go out?

I want to show you something.

No, I don't think so.

Oh, come
on.

Why not?

Because.

Your
nostrils are flaring.

Your nostrils are flaring.

No, my nostrils are not
flaring, OK?

Yes, they
are.

I'm going to come over, OK?

OK, OK, fine.

OK, just-- just for an hour, all
right?

No
problem-- just an hour.

OK.

Bye.

What a piece of work is man?

How normal in reason, how
infinite in faculties,

in form and moving, how express
and admirable, in action,

how like an angel, in
apprehension, how like a god?

The beauty of the world, the
paragon of animals.

My kitty, your kitty,
everybody's little kitty

likes to eat its chow.

Meow!

My kitty, your kitty.

Oh, man, forget it.

Thanks.

I'm glad you like it.

I find it attractive when a
woman appreciates a good wine.

My ex-wife always used to
complain

that it gave her a headache.

No, no.

So what happened, if you don't
mind my asking?

No, that's all right.

I found out that she'd been
having an affair

for quite a long time.

How awful.

Yeah, it broke my heart.

I'm just glad we didn't have any
kids.

But it's been a while now.

And since then, I've been
having,

uh, love affairs with French
Burgundies from the '70s.

Cheers.

All right, hold on.

I know what this place is.

I didn't come up here to fuck
you.

So don't even think about it,
all right?

Whoa.

Who hurt you so bad?

I'd never fuck you, OK?

I just wanted to show you one of
my favorite places.

I really need you right now to
be patient with me.

It's not that I don't care.

Because I do.

I'm sorry.

God, you smell great.

Where did you take this photo?

Oh, well, I spent a lot of time
exploring the Serengeti.

And I took this shot from the
Taita

Hills at about, uh, 7,000 feet.

You can see for hundreds of
miles from this spot.

And at night, there'd be these
incredible lightning

storms that just ignite the
entire plane.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah.

You know, we've talked about
food.

Why don't we talk about money?

What are you thinking about?

About the different ways
looking up at the stars

can make me feel.

Like how?

Well, when you read things like
we're just

one galaxy of some 100,000
million galaxies

and each galaxy itself contains
some 100,000 million stars,

I mean, how are you supposed to
get out of bed in the morning?

Yeah, it wasn't until last week
that I

realized I'd been afraid to look
up at the night sky.

You know, instead of being in
awe of at all

or amazed at the mystery and the
beauty, I was terrified.

Everything felt unbearably huge.

But then last night, I stayed up
all night just

sitting right here thinking.

And I was overcome by this sense
that everything

was going to be OK even if I
didn't really understand why.

And despite how fucked up or
chaotic things may seem, it--

you know, maybe there is some
order to it all.

I mean, it can't just be
coincidence.

There are the smallest of
perfections in the most

unlikely places, like the smell
of your lips

or the curve of your breast.

I want you to come, Frankie.

I want to watch you come.

Hm, no, I really should get
going.

Why?

Because I just don't think we
should be doing this.

Why not?

Well, um, oh, wait.

Ah.

Wait a second.

You know, I don't--

wait, Paul. - Hey.

No.

Oh, Paul, wait.

Oh, please, I don't want this.

Why not?

Because.

No, no, no, no, Paul, stop it.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

I want to travel.

Where to?

I don't know.

It just seems like the only
thing holding me to this town

are these dock lines and you.

How the hell is that supposed
to make me feel?

Wh-- it means that I love you.

I want to go.

Will you take me home?

I'm sorry tonight was such a
disaster.

Do you want me to come inside?

No, it's late.

I have to get up really early.

So tell me three images from
your childhood, quick.

Don't even think about it.

Cats, lime JELL-O, and baseball
games.

Good.

And you?

Me?

Mm-hmm.

Kneeling, snow, and my twin
brother.

You have a twin brother?

Mm-hmm, Charlie, Charlie
Midnight.

He's excellent.

Oh, my god, not another one of
you.

I gotta go.

So you'll remember me.

See you around, kid.

Are you mad at me?

No, I'm not mad at you.

I'm just tired.

I'll see you tomorrow, OK?

MJ, wait, wait, what-- what
happened to you?

Wait.

Tell me what happened to you.

My god.

It makes you wonder what the
word no means

to some people, doesn't it?

My god.

I wonder how many other women
this has happened to?

Tons.

I have no excuse for those of my
sex.

I think half the male ego
problem stems from the fact

that we can't have children.

Women are so much more grounded,
because they

can give a child life.

Whereas, men are doing this
constant battle,

whether blatant or subtle, to
make their mark in the world.

Well, he certainly made his
mark.

So why didn't you nail his ass?

MJ, it was like you just let him
get away with it.

Amanda, I really wish you would

stop throwing this in my face.

Do you know what I went through?

Do you have any idea?

Have you ever been raped?

Well, if you're not going to
deal with it legally--

you know, by pressing charges--

I think maybe you should work it
out emotionally.

What are you talking about,
emotionally?

Get in touch with my feelings?

You're the ice princess of the
world,

and you're telling me to get in
touch with my feelings.

I am talking about using it as
a fucking

excuse for treating the other
people in your life like shit.

You know-- oh, I thought you
understood.

What time is it?

It's early.

It's very early.

And I'm sorry.

That's OK.

I've been up all night fighting
a panic attack.

Sometimes I just feel like I'm--

I'm so dried up inside and that
there's something

sucking the life out of me.

And I don't know what.

I try-- I try to fight it, but--

Come here, honey.

Honey.

Sorry.

Just think of what you've been
through.

You know, I really think that
you should press

charges against this bastard.

Oh, no!

No, I just want to put it all--
all behind me.

MJ, this fucker raped you.

You can't expect those feelings
just

to disappear three weeks later.

Yeah, but, you know, maybe--

maybe-- maybe I brought it on
myself.

Don't you dare say that.

It's your body.

He had no business forcing you
into doing something

that you did not want to do.

Yeah, and then David said that
Paul totally lied to me, that--

that it was his wife that caught
him in bed with another woman.

I am such an idiot!

I can't believe I fell for his
crap.

Hey, honey, how are you
supposed to know?

God, I just can't get
it out of my head.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

What are you doing?

Whose bones?

Frankie.

Why her?

Cuz she's so damn skinny.

Good call.

I heard there was a
shooting last night.

What happened?

I don't know.

Mario, what happened?

A few of the boys from the hood
did a drive-by

and wasted some of the ESG.

Were you there?

No.

Mario.

No way.

I can't believe two kids are
dead over graffiti.

Yeah, people get shot down for
all sorts of reasons.

It's just the way it is.

Hey, what are you doing?

Cut it out.

Frankie!

Hey, hey, hey.

Menace, come over and help us
paint.

I don't give a fuck about your
stupid mural!

You lied.

You said you were going to take
us to the beach.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, man.

Chill, OK?

Just be cool.

Look, she's down with us,
homeboy.

So why don't you stop causing
scenes like this,

or we're not getting any more
paint.

Do you understand?

Huh?

OK, go on.

Go finish your work.

By the way, I lined up the next
space.

They're going to pay you.

Cool.

Um, who's your friend with the
hair?

That's my housemate.

Amanda?

Yeah.

Mario.

Mario, Amanda.

How are you doing?

Hi.

I really like your work.

Uh, thank you.

You're welcome.

Can I help you paint?

Yeah.

Yeah, that would be great.

It would be an honor.

Cool.

You can start over here when
you're done.

I'm famished.

I'm always starving before a
show.

I need more fuel for maximum
energy.

Oy.

Oh, by the way, did I mention
that I made a mannequin

of you out of paper mache?

She sits in my bathtub sipping a
Martini.

I tell her all my secrets.

And she just smiles.

Who is this guy?

Radical board, dude.

You've been half piping it
lately?

Alex, this is Willie.

Willie, the little bro, what's
happening?

How's it hanging, slim?

Pretty good.

Cool.

I got baseball cards, Minks.

Thanks, little bro.

Where are you guys going with
this thing?

Whoa.

We're going to go hang these in
the club

where Alex is doing his
performance art piece tonight.

Are you going to come, dude?

Well, if it's OK with Minks.

Sure it is.

Yeah, you get a ride with MJ.

Bye.

Sexy!

Woo!

Oh, I got to show you
my place.

I hear you've been having
some sort

of existential meltdown.

May I recommend a bottle of Wild
Turkey, a copy of Sartre's "La

Nausee," and a double barrel
shotgun

to cure this affliction.

Come on.

It's a joke.

Yeah.

I'm-- I'm glad you're here.

I've been wanting to talk to
you.

About?

About what happened to me a
couple of weeks ago.

I want to say thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

No.

It really meant a lot you being
there like that.

And I just wanted to say thank
you.

You just tell me where he
lives.

I swear I'll kick the shit out
of him.

No.

I'm just trying to put it behind
me.

I'm just sorry that it happened
to you.

Friends?

You know the really sad part is?

For a minute there, it felt like
somebody was out there for me.

Yeah, right.

Sometimes I wonder if there's
any hope for romance.

This is it.

Oh, wow.

This is great.

Yes, I'm into organized chaos.

I could see that.

Oh, woman!

What?

I have something for you.

So, um, finish telling me about
this--

this crazy theory of yours.

What did you call it,
accessible--

Happiness.

My theory of accessible
happiness.

And it's not crazy.

See, if you can think of three
accessible things,

little things that make you
happy that you can

always count on because they are
immediately attainable,

it works.

Like, for me, I have my
motorcycle, Led Zeppelin.

And my third thing is--

Oh, god.

--big sandwiches.

All right.

Good as mine--

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, fuck!

Oh!

Damn.

Oh, you broke my nose, you
prick!

Good.

Oh!

So in the 12th
century,

there was this radical mutation
in human feelings

and consciousness.

It was then that the origins of
romantic love can be found.

People finally began saying fuck
you to pre-arranged marriages,

going against the church, as
well,

willing to risk burning in hell
for love.

It was the time of those--

those crazy troubadours who wore
tight velvet pants

and sang songs of love to ladies
who tested, and tortured

them, and made them wait.

But they waited, because it was
for true love.

Do you ever stop talking?

So after fighting many silly
battles-- woo!

And standing around, and
guarding unnecessary bridges,

and waiting in the rain reciting
endless poetry,

the ladies would either refuse
the troubadours

or accept them as lovers by
saying,

merci, merci beaucoup, mi amor.

Isn't it incredible?

You have to read this book, all
of these books.

Do you know what they all have
in common?

I have no idea.

They all have something
interesting to say on page 36.

Page 36?

Yes.

It's a 9 number.

The number 9 represents contact
with the inner soul,

greater self expression, the
order of the angels.

OK.

It's a little trick I picked up
from Granny Midnight.

You'd be surprised.

She also gave me Black Panthy
and my pet emperor

scorpion, Sufi.

Would you like to meet him?

No.

Sufi, come
here.

Sufi.

No.

Wait.

This looks like fun.

Yeah, it looks flea infested to
me.

Am I my nervous?

Yeah.

Well, no, now that your
paintings are here,

I think everything's going to
work out fine.

It'll be great.

Yeah.

Amanda, hi.

It looks great.

Amanda, it looks fantastic.

Oh, my god.

You're going to be so famous.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm really proud of you.

Uh, Willie's stuck at the door.

The bouncer won't let him in.

Bubba won't let him in?

No.

OK, I'll go take care of it.

Bye.

Hi, honey.

Hi.

I'm Forest Wallwrath.

I'm 24 years old.

I'm a Virgo.

Uh, I was born at 19--

I come here-- I come here a lot.

I do.

I really--

Bubba, Bubba, ah, listen, this
kid is--

Thanks, Big, uh, Bubba.

Where's Frankie?

That's a good question.

I'm starting to get worried
about her.

I don't like the idea of her
downtown this late.

It's not really safe.

Yeah, I know.

But she knows what she's doing.

She's been doing it for a long
time.

Look, if you're really worried,
you can take my car.

Ah-- yeah, yeah, I will.

Thank you.

I'll-- I'll see you later.

You've got to stay, because all
the guys are coming down.

I've got to go.

No, come on.

Please.

It'll be nice.

We'll be jamming.

Oh, I don't know.

Boombox, noise, dancing.

Hey, what's up?

Ig man, what's up, homes?

Your mural looks great, ese.

Doesn't it look live, like the
colors--

Yeah, all that work was worth
it.

Ladies and gentleman,
let's

give a big round of applause to
Mr. Alexander Midnight.

When I think about my life, it
seems

to be composed of random images
all stored in my brain

like pictures in a photo album.

Often, for no reason at all,
I'll

think of some lost part of my
childhood, the smell

of my mother's hair, my dad's
big hands,

coarse and calloused, lime
JELL-O in the afternoon,

lightning bugs in thick glass
jars.

Sometimes if I think hard
enough,

I can see myself a child again.

When I was about 12, I remember
lying awake

in my bed on a quiet, dark
night, feeling my heart pulse,

pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse
throughout my whole body.

For the first time, I understood
that, someday, it

would be still.

I became petrified.

And I stayed awake all night
sweating with my eyes

wide, for I knew, if I fell
asleep, I would die.

I have since come to terms with
the fact that I will die.

I tell myself that death is just
a part of life.

And many people have done it
before me.

Still, I wonder, where do we go?

From here to there and back
again, an entrance

to infinite possibilities.

There are times when I wake up
early, perhaps

on a Saturday morning, with
sunlight

pouring through the window.

And I blink a few times, maybe
rub my eyes.

And I put my feet on the cool
wood floor.

And I look outside.

And I see a slow blur of color
and motion

which discriminates into cars,
and

bicycles, young couples with
strollers and shopping bags,

seagulls.

Old men on benches.

I drink a cup of Cuban coffee
and make

a list entitled "Today."

On these mornings, everything is
clear and sharp.

And I often marvel at how
beautifully everything is put

together, the laws of physics
and chemistry

that have somehow interacted to
maintain this world.

What is your contribution?

I ask myself in the mirror.

I am alone, floating, seeking
the rapture of being alive,

my mind fragrant with the
memory.

I did not try to figure out
where I am going.

I simply live my life from day
to day

and let the strange forces of
destiny take me where they may!

I am a happy man.

Yes!

All right!

Boy, did you miss the killer
show, man.

Taylor, buddy, what are you
doing sitting in the dark?

Oh, she's still not back--

no call, no message, nothing.

I'm, like, ready to call the
police.

Relax.

They're probably celebrating,
because they

just finished the mural.

I wouldn't alert the LAPD.

It's a long time to celebrate.

Well, I wish Frankie was here,
because I have something kind

of important to tell everybody.

Um, I've been accepted into
Steppenwolf.

Hey, congratulations!

Oh, that is so cool!

What the hell does that mean?

It means I'm moving to
Chicago January

1 to get back into the theater!

Score!

Then I can move into your room,
bro.

Congratulations, honey.

Thank you so much.

I love you.

Ah, Banks, we're going to miss
you.

I know.

I'm going to miss you, too.

Well, here's to the Windy City
and getting

the fuck out of Los Angeles!

You know, there's a few things
about LA you're going to miss.

Yeah, like, uh, not getting a
seat at a restaurant

unless you've been in the Arts
and Entertainment section

recently.

Like, uh--

Traffic on the 405 on Friday.

Yeah, like--

Meeting new and interesting
people

who have something to talk about
other than film

and who's fucking who.

Exactly my point.

Yeah, congratulations.

Thank you very much.

Let's go party. - Let's go
party.

To Chicago!

Oh, I don't drink.

Thank you.

Oh, that's cool.

Great job, Alex.

I'll be in in a second.

All right?

Hey, Minks.

Want a cheese and pickle
sandwich?

Cool it with the beer.

So this is great.

I mean, I get them into Bank's
room finally.

Oh, you can't move in here.

Sure, I could.

Willie, you are 16 years old.

You have to go to high school.

And you have to live with Dad.

Well, maybe I don't want to
live with Dad.

If you don't want me here, I'll
just find someplace else.

Sweetie, listen to me,
all right?

It's not that we don't want you
here, OK?

You just gotta slow down a
little bit.

Besides, Dad and Sharon want you
with them, so--

Yeah, right.

I think they'd be thrilled if I
wasn't there.

I mean, you don't-- you don't
know what it's like.

You haven't lived at home for
years.

Maybe you're right.

But you know something, Willie?

Mom has been dead a long time.

And Dad, I don't know.

He's-- he's trying to live his
life.

And I understand completely why
you are angry at him.

But trust me.

In time, you will learn to
forgive him.

I doubt that.

I know you're going to think
I'm a queer for saying this.

But I love you.

And I would absolutely do
anything in the world for you.

But you can't move in here.

Mm.

Do you want some potato chips
with your sandwich?

No.

There's some pillows and
blankets on the couch.

You can sleep there tonight, all
right?

China gets broken.

And it will never be the same.

Boats on the ocean find their
way back again.

I am weaving like a drunkard,
like a balloon up in the air.

I am needing a puncture and
someone to point me somewhere.

I'm going to keep my head on
straight and steady.

I just hope it's not too late.

MJ, I am totally in love with
you

and would very much like to have
sex with you right now.

I was told to find an older
woman

to groom me sexually so that I
can drive the chicks crazy.

So I choose you.

I mean, think of it as
performing

a greatly needed service to a
sex-craved 16-year-old virgin

seeking knowledge.

Oh, Willie.

So what do you say?

So what do I say?

I'd say you're probably one of
those guys

that girls are going to be
backstabbing each other for.

Parents are going to be waiting
up late at night

worried about their daughters.

You know, Will?

Will?

You'll probably be one of those
guys who passes out after sex.

Good night, Will.

I was feeling imploded, a
wooden smile, a wooden heart.

Then things exploded like
rockets in the dark.

Now I'm pulling out splinters,
and I'm

off to hibernate somewhere for
the nuclear winter

of another love affair.

Because he seemed like a
miracle.

He was steady.

I ate it up like a cereal.

But it was something like
shrapnel.

Straight and steady.

Steady.

Go steady on.

Where the hell have you
been?

Do you have any idea how--

what happened to you?

Good night.

Line it up.

I am going to keep my head on
straight.

I'm going to keep my head on
straight.

I'm going to keep my head on
straight.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.

You just got to keep in mind,
Frankie,

you can't save the whole world.

Maybe not.

But Mario is dead, and I, uh--

I really would have liked to
have saved him.

Ugh.

Oh, god-- the one day I get to
sleep in.

Fuck.

God damn it.

Great.

There's no ginger ale.

Is it my imagination, or do
these guys just blow leaves

from one pile to another?

What is Willie doing in your
bed?

I really can't believe that a
16-year-old is--

Amanda, I didn't sleep with
your brother.

Bet you can't catch me.

Bet you can't catch me.

I bet I can.

I bet I can!

Banks, honey, can you make sure
all the Christmas

lights are plugged in? - Already
done.

This is my last cigarette of
the year.

It's a good New Year's
resolution.

But according to the paper, of
the last 365 days,

the air in LA was found unfit to
breathe 189 days.

I mean, that's ridiculous--

189 days.

Why would anybody live here?

Tell me about it.

I think we should all move to
Bali.

Dad's totally screwed up--

Willie, keys!

Hey, you guys, you've got to
concentrate.

You've just got to breathe.
You've just got to concentrate.

Banks, I need your help.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

These guys got a cool out with
this party anxiety.

If you want to know the key to
my sister's heart--

Mm-hmm.

Orange marshmallow peanuts.

Oh, god, if 75 people don't
show up,

my reputation's ruined!

Trust me.

She loves these.

I could owe you big on this
one, bud.

Yes, you could.

Yes, you could.

How are we doing, sweetie?

Well, I think this party's a
smash as long as more

of the Hollywood elite show up.

And you wonder why nobody
entertains

in LA, one lousy party and your
life can be shattered.

Lots of chicks.

Oh, you saw "Backlash."

Thanks.

Barbara Eden really went the
distance on that one.

Hey, how are you?

Alex, why are you always
grinning?

Copious amounts of wild sex and
fine hallucinogens.

God!

Come on.

Having a little trouble,
Amanda?

Come on!

Come on!

I didn't invite him.

Hey, guys.

Can I come in?

Oh.

My face is crooked.

Oh!

MJ, you ever notice you
worry way too much?

I can't believe neither one of
you

told me I have this thing in my
teeth.

Have you been having fun?

Yeah, except the one guy I like
is more into Banks.

Henry keeps following me around.

I'm sorry, Henry bugs me.

What about you?

What about your boyfriend, Alex?

He's not my boyfriend.

Ah!

So Frankie, how was the
funeral?

- It was pretty depressing. -
Ugh.

It must have been a nightmare.

Was it really sad being down
there?

You know, Mario was a real good
guy.

Yeah, he was.

There's so much going on, you
guys.

I got offered a job at the Van
Horn Foundation

in San Francisco.

San Francisco?

Frankie, that's great.

No, I love my life here, you
know?

Why should I give this all up.

Because it's a career move,
an opportunity, money.

Taylor talked you out of it,
didn't he?

He doesn't even know yet.

Come on.

Keep your pants on!

God! Oh, Henry.

Hi, Henry.

Hello, Henry.

What the hell do you supposed
they've been doing in there?

Eh, women, they have this thing
about pissing in packs.

Smoking is for the weak.

Oh, excuse me.

I need to borrow them for a
minute.

We're doing a group photo thing,
so.

What-- what are you doing?

A group photo.

You guys, where's--

MJ!

Picture!

MJ! MJ: I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Woo!

1, fucking smile.

Thank you!

Yes!

That's wonderful news about
Frankie.

What are you talking about?

Her job offer in San Francisco.

I think she should take it.

Could you excuse us for a
second, Banks?

Can I talk to you?

So what's this about San
Francisco?

You heard.

Yeah, I--

I can't believe you haven't said
anything to me.

I mean, that's--

I was going to tell you
tomorrow

when we had time to discuss it.

I don't understand.

Frankie, are you-- do you love
me?

Yes, I love you.

Good.

Good.

That's good.

I mean, it's good, because I've
been thinking

about all these plans for us.

I-- I mean, I kind of thought
that we would get married.

Uh, do you want to marry me?

I mean, will you marry me?

Oh.

I'm marrying you.

You can open up your
eyes now.

I made this for you.

It's called "Ride Em, Cowboy."

Amanda, I love it.

I'm-- I'm going to miss you.

I'll come with you.

I mean, I like Alex.

So--

Yeah.

Yeah.

He seems pretty cool.

Oh, it's like the two long lost
brothers over here.

At least I'm leaving you in
good hands.

Oh, please.

This guy is so cool.

He said he's going to get me a
tattoo.

No tattoos.

- I can't wait. - That was
personal.

Straighten up. Straighten up.

Look, like there's a-- like
there's a string coming

from the ceiling, from the sky.

That's right. Straighten up.

Come on.

OK.

You're very tense.

I want to dance at your
wedding.

Can you believe he asked me to
marry him?

MJ, I'm so happy.

You want to dance, baby, or
what?

Ew.

Later, OK.

I've been doing a lot of
thinking lately.

Do you think it's possible to
find someone to love?

You're drunk, and I don't want
to hear it.

No.

It seems that everybody's either
getting divorced

or fucking around these days.

Most of the couples I know are
miserable, trapped.

No, I think marriage is doomed.

I really do.

You know, you are truly
unbelievable.

I just asked Frankie to marry
me.

And now you're out you're
talking about divorce.

I'm not in the mood for any of
your games tonight, MJ.

No, Taylor.

I'm not playing any games.

I'm just confused.

I don't think I'll ever find
anyone to love.

I know a hundred guys that are
in love with you--

as soon as you decide you want
someone.

Yeah, look what happened the
last time

I thought I found someone.

And even if I did find someone,
how do I make it work?

How do I make it last?

Do you really think it's
possible to be with one

person your whole life?

Do you?

Yeah.

What has it been, two months?

Let's give this guy a medal!

Shut up!

And what happens after you're
married?

You go to a party, and they're
sitting right there

is the woman of your dreams.

Imagine never having sex with
anybody else,

never exploring a new body.

What do you do?

Do you suppress those feelings?

I think you come to realize
that such momentary

satisfaction doesn't outweigh
the pain you causing

someone else or your own guilt.

Oh.

You can't suppress those
feelings, Taylor.

You just don't get it, do you?

There has been nothing between
you and I for months now.

At one point, I thought maybe I
could love you.

Because behind all of your
bullshit,

there really is this warm,
lovable woman.

And maybe it's possible to love
two people at the same time.

I don't know.

But I made a decision.

And in the process, I've fallen
in love with Frankie.

And I'm going to marry her.

No.

We had some good times, didn't
we, Taylor?

No.

Yeah.

But it was just sex, MJ.

I mean, I always got the feeling
that you thought

being with me meant mediocrity.

Why am I even talking about
this?

I'm going back inside.

Everything's all fucked up!

No!

Why can't you just be happy for
us, huh?

Is that so goddamn hard for you?

It really doesn't matter.

It's all over with now.

You know, the only times I've
ever felt safe

is when I'm having sex?

I felt that way with you, you
know,

like I could block out all the
other shit.

And then he took even that away
from me.

You know how terrible everyone
felt when that happened to you.

Deep down inside, I know how
you guys felt, that I

brought everything on me.

MJ, that's not true.

Sometimes I think that I really
did love you

and that I still do.

What are you doing, huh?

I'm not going to fall for this.

You don't really want me, MJ.

You just want to know you can
have me.

Then why do I want to kiss you
so badly?

Do you think I should go pry my
brother

off that poor girl's face?

Ah!

Where did you get these?

Mm.

I can't believe you actually
eat these things.

Mm, tasty.

Do you know how many muscles
there are

in the trunk of an elephant?

No.

100,000.

Get out of here.

On my mother's eyes.

Merci beaucoup.

I love the way you look right
before I kiss you.

Happy New Year.

Ah!

MJ, god, why are you here?

I know you want it.

What does it take to get
through to you, huh?

Come on.

MJ, don't do this.

Please, don't do this.

Hey, has anyone seen Taylor?

No.

It's almost midnight.

Yeah, no, no, I haven't seen
him lately.

OK, everybody, it's
almost midnight.

Ready?

Yeah!

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Come on.

Oh, my god.

Frankie, wait, wait!

Frankie, please.

What's going on here?

Frankie!

Frankie!

You know what, Amanda?

I'm really sick of you.

Well, fine! Be sick.

I don't give a shit.

You guys, I'm sick of both of
you.

Please.

My plane leaves in four hours.

Can't we just pretend to get
along for a little while?

Taylor, what happened?

Did you guys find her?

Talk to me.

Hello?

Taylor?

No.

We didn't find her anywhere.

This is really not good.

No, this is really fucked up.

But you know, you both can't
blame the girl

for not wanting to be here.

Boy, that really helps, Amanda.

It really helps, especially
coming

from you sitting on your ass. -
Oh, fuck you!

I need to hear--

If something happened, I'd
think

that you would have called-- -
She's out there all alone.

You guys--

You can go out there and
fucking look for her.

You guys, this isn't getting us
anywhere.

Frankie!

Frankie will be here when
she'll be here.

You know, I think we should all
just take a look at the anxiety

flying around this room.

Darling, I'm going to go
upstairs and have a relax.

Do you want to come?

No.

Frankie.

Frankie, let me explain.

There's nothing to say, MJ.

No, just listen to me.

Get your hands off of me.

No.

Get your hands off of me!

No, not until you listen--

Get your fucking
hands off of me!

Ow, you're hurting me!

All right, I just want to
explain to you what--

ow!

Have you ever thought about
anyone else besides yourself?

God, for all these years, I've
put up with so much bullshit!

I'm such a idiot.

OK, MJ, now you're going
to tell her what happened.

Goddamn it, you tell
her what

I said to you in that room now!

He, um-- he told me that--

that he didn't love me, that he
loved you.

I was the one that climbed into
bed with him.

I wasn't invited.

And it-- it never happened
before?

Oh, god!

Oh, god, you both are so fucked
up.

You really deserve each other.

I-- I need help, please.

I need you.

I used to think that was
important

that people needed me.

And look what I have to show for
it.

I'm moving out of this house.

You can't go to San Francisco.
Come on.

We can work this out.

Please.

I'm not leaving LA.

I belong here.

But you are getting the fuck out
of this house right now!

I have to go.

Well, anybody hungry?

Definitely, dude.

Let's get out of here.

I mean, everybody's acting like
somebody died.

This is New Year's Day.

That means cheesy parades,
Bloody Marys, football.

Breakfast is on me.

Where'd you get this?

Um, Minks, now that you have two
rooms open,

you're definitely going to need
a roommate.

Willie, there's not going to be
anybody

living here after a while.

I love you.

I'm going to miss you.

Who's going to take me to the
airport?

Mm.

Here, hand me that one.

Do you have my keys?

Thanks.

Strange to see you, babe.

Ain't nothing down here free.

Did you lose your ticket?

I hope you weren't looking for
me.

I'm still wearing the scars I
got from being your fool.

You messed me up pretty good,
babe.

I didn't mean to ruin you.

I remember when I first saw
you, babe.

You were looking pretty good.

You said you were looking for
love.

Well, then, why didn't you?

You just sat there taking
everything that you could get.

You never thought you one day
you might have to pay for it.

I'm going to miss this place.

Well, did you ever dream, baby,
one day you might fall?

Let's go.

It'll miss you.

Onward and upward.

In my face.

All right.

Did you ever dream, baby, one
day you might crawl?

And did you ever dream?

Now when you're putting on your
face,

I guess that you feel kind of
low

knowing that you passed your
best,

and you've got nothing to show.

Well, baby, you know just as
well as I some fool

is going fall your way.

Only this time around, you might
have to pay for it.

Did you ever dream maybe one day
you might fall and feel

your back against the wall?

Did you ever dream, baby, one
day you might crawl?

Did you ever dream, baby, when
you have no need, baby?

Did you ever dream that you
might have to pay for it?

Did you ever dream, baby, one
day

you might fall, yeah, with your
back against the wall?

Well, did you ever dream, baby,
one day you might crawl?

What?

It's Dad.

Has anybody seen my gold card?

It's strange to see you, baby.

Mm, it's strange, very strange,
'cause you messed me up good.

Yes, you messed me up, messed me
up pretty good

now didn't you, baby?

Mm, it took me a long time to
get back here.

But I swear I didn't mean to
rule you.

Yeah, I swear I didn't mean to
rule you.

How do you mend what you didn't
mean to do?

'Cause I swear I didn't mean it.

I swear I didn't mean it.

Swear I didn't, swear I didn't
mean to.

Swear I didn't mean to rule you.

I swear, but you messed me up,
you know that you

messed me up good, do you now?

You messed up good, yes, you
did.

Yes you did now, baby.

'Cayse I'm looking at you now.

And you're paying now, yes, you
are now.

I swear and you never dreamed
that.

And you never dreamed that, no,
you never dreamed that.

But you're paying now, mm.

Mm-hm, I'm looking at you now.

Mm, I'm looking right at you
now.

And you're paying now, yes, you
are.