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Mom's calling.

Fuck. Okay. Ah!

You know she wants you to sing.

How long are you in town for?

As little as possible.

Do you got any gigs coming up?

No.

Hey, do you- do you think he'll show up?

Who?

Dad?

No.

Darren...

Hey, thanks for coming.

I... I wish you could stay longer.

I could send you some money to cover your flight, honey.

It's fine, and you don't have any, so...

What you doing with those?

Taking them with me.

You know, you can always ask your father for money.

Bye, Mom.

Arm...

When your sister comes to visit you for reading week,

don't let her get too drunk partying, okay?

She still has to study.

Is that what you think I do all the time?

Honey, I have no idea what you do.

Oh, fuck.

Hey!

Holy shit!

You made it.

Barely.

Do you have an extra pair of heels?

No. Sorry, dude.

Fuck!

Do you think he'll notice?

Here.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

What do you think? What if I do this?

Will he notice then?

- "Sorry, Chef Dan. - Oh.

Oh, don't look at my feet, Chef Dan."

"Oh, look that way, Chef Dan."

Would you like...?

I'm still here.

I think back in the beginning of my career...

Oh, no thanks, honey.

Um, and, you know, getting started back with...

Do they not like the food?

People think they look more rich when they turn down free food.

And, uh, so you think...

Wow.

Isn't that what's her face?

Mmm. Oh, yeah. Damn.

She hasn't worked in a while.

Chef used to love her.

Fuck. The cake.

Has been drinking in the bar and he's had way too many.

You know, the thing with Richard is that

he has travelled all around the world,

he knows his scotch, he knows his whiskey.

Give him a wine list...

he doesn't know red from white.

You know, just whatever's in the bottle.

Whatever.

She's good with wine.

So, I order the wine.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Okay.

Oh...

Where was I?

Oh, yes.

So, we were talking about this one case...

So, um...

Can I get you a drink?

Oh, no, thanks. I'm good.

I think we, uh, catered a few weddings together

last summer.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, how are you?

Good, yeah.

Are you not catering anymore?

No. God, no.

Just perpetual student.

Law student? Is that why you're at this...

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm, uh, just here with a friend.

That guy?

Is your, uh...

- Oh, no, no. - We're not together.

It's just for tonight.

It's... it's like a paid dating thing

for rich older men.

It's still pretty much a stand there

and look pretty job, but it pays a lot better

and it's a lot less work.

Anyway, it's putting me through grad school, so...

- It's nice to see you. - Yeah, you, too. Bye.

Abort, abort, abort, abort...

Where's the cake?

Abort, abort, abort.

Right here.

Darren...

That's it.

Uh, hi.

I'm wondering if you guys are hiring right now.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

Are you hiring?

No. Sorry, mam.

Sound good, though.

Guess what?

The bike co-op's doing an exchange with the butcher,

so we got meat in the freezer.

You all right?

Um... I got fired.

- From babysitting? - Catering.

Listen, Pete, I'm going to be short 200

for rent this month.

Shit.

I just... I can't keep...

You know?

You'll find another job.

It's not that.

I moved here so I could work on my music and...

What happened?

- Your music is like... - Like what?

Nothing you've ever heard before?

Yeah, nothing no one's ever heard before.

I can't even call myself a musician.

I'm a...

university drop-out slash ex-caterer,

server, babysitter.

I spend, like, every hour of my day

just trying to pay rent

and I seem to suck at that too, so...

I mean, you can start an online business, or...

find a rich patron of the arts.

Aren't there arts grants for, like...

Yeah, right.

I'm gonna get an arts grant?

Yeah!

You have, like, a fancy scholarship for you PhD.

If we got hitched, would I get some?

Um...

No.

Bummer.

I like the first one you said, with the brocade.

The brocade is fantastic, it's from the 1940's.

And then, come, this one from the '50s.

Oh, did... has she seen that?

Do you like this?

Oh, the red's nice, too.

Oh, did she see this?

- What do you think? - Hmm?

Oh, yeah. They're nice.

- That's nice. - These are very nice.

They're nice.

That is nice.

Of course, it's nice...

I can see that you're more interested

in another dress.

Perhaps the blue dress?

How about we give that one a try?

Uh, no. I'm good.

Are you sure you wouldn't want to try it on?

I'll bring it to the changing room.

No I'm fine, actually.

Oh yeah, stick it in a room for her.

No...

I'm okay. Thanks.

Oh, sorry.

Thanks, Carmalita.

Okay, Jim.

Oh...

Um...

it's getting late and I can't go to

any more stores, so...

What's your opinion about symphonies?

What?

Women who are... Who listen un-attentively.

Either you gotta act like you're paying attention,

or you've got to, um...

just listen, you know?

Just because I've contributed,

I've been a Gold Donor to the DuBose Orchestra

for over 30 years, doesn't mean it's your cup of tea.

Does it?

No.

That's the benefits of having that exclusive membership,

right? You understand?

Yeah.

Why don't we do this? Why don't we, um...

every second Thursday, that's every other Thursday,

we meet and I pay you $300 just for your attention,

would that be okay with you?

- Can I think about it? - Oh, yeah, of course.

Of course you can.

So, what about to... what about...

What about for today?

- Oh. - Here you go, Jim.

Beautiful dresses for her.

You're okay.

Oh! Uh, can you help me?

Huh?

Oh. Yeah.

Thanks.

Okay.

- Hey, Gordon. - How're you doing?

Oh, don't get up.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Gordon.

D.

Nice to meet you.

Now, my dear, the most important question

I will ever ask you...

do you prefer red or white?

Red.

A bottle of the Brunello, please.

So, D, what do you do?

What do I do?

Yes.

If you're not sure, you can always just make it up.

I won't know the difference.

Hmm, I'm a musician.

What do you play?

I play a bunch of instruments.

I used to be in bands,

but now I'm working on my own thing, or trying to.

So...

- Is that all you do? - No.

But I just moved to the city.

Well, I guess a year ago.

So, um, yeah.

So, you have a part-time job.

Yes.

Several.

And this.

Sorry?

You do this, what we're doing.

You get paid for your time.

Get this out of the way.

It's all right. Take a look.

$300 for dinner.

Thanks.

It's important to know and assert your value

when you're selling an intangible commodity.

But I'm sure you understand that, as a...

starving artist.

Um, can I get an order of the beef carpaccio,

the steak tartar, a burger medium with blue cheese

and a basket of bread.

And can you bring hot sauce, please?

Thanks.

I will have the same.

Cheers.

Mmm.

Holy shit fuck.

This burger...

Ah, there she is.

I'm so sorry.

I tried to be a lady for, like, an hour,

but, fuck me, this burger...

So, what kind of music do you write?

What?

Oh.

Good question.

Sorry. Do people not ask that anymore?

I just don't know right now.

I uh, wrote a bunch of shitty break-up songs.

Seemed so important at the time, but now I'm kinda over it.

Well, I'm sure they weren't shitty.

Who was the lucky guy?

He wasn't lucky.

We were together since high school

and he moved her with me so I could pursue my music,

switched universities and everything.

And then?

And then, I wasn't in love with him anymore

and I tried desperately to make myself

fall back in love with him but I couldn't

and I didn't have the guts to break up with him.

So I just acted like a righteous cunt

until he broke up with me.

Oh, dear.

Wow. So fucked and completely selfish and awful,

and I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

You couldn't be with someone who didn't feel the same way

about their passion as you did.

I get it.

You wouldn't sacrifice you're career for anyone,

so how could you be attracted to someone who would?

So, is that what happened to you?

How do you mean?

Your wife didn't understand your dedication to your career

or something, so she didn't understand you?

Sure.

A bit less romantic.

Dedicate your life to the arts, you're a legend.

You dedicate your life to business, you're just a...

Well, you're an old man one way or another.

Wow.

That blows, Gordy.

Yeah.

You know, you're never too old to throw your life away

to the arts and become a legend, though, um...

you're pretty fucking old.

You're very funny.

You're gonna get old, too, you know?

I guarantee it.

I got some time.

No, you don't.

If you've got something to do, you'd better do it.

Stop being funny about it.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Darren!

- Hi! - Yay!

- Hey, girl. - I made it.

What the hell? You're not wearing sweatpants?

Everyone, it happened.

Danny, shut up. Doesn't matter.

Where were you, though?

Uh, a funeral.

- Well, I'm an asshole. - Yep.

It's the motherfuckin' outlaw!

What?

Sorry, I told them.

- Wait, whoa. - Told everyone what?

Well, if you were listening,

Darren got fired from catering for stealing.

It's pretty epic.

- Whoo! - Hold up, hold up.

Wait. What did you steal?

Food.

Ooh, you can work here with us.

We don't sell food, so...

You don't.

You sell booze though, which is a bigger problem.

We sell booze.

Um... do you want the manager's number?

- 'Cause I could get it for you. - Yeah.

But you actually have to call him.

I will.

'Cause if you don't, I'll look like an idiot.

- Call him now. - I'll fucking call them.

Okay, I'll call him.

Yo, yo, yo. What's up?

Everyone, this is my buddy Angus.

- Everybody. - Who invited this guy?

Nice haircut.

- Who invited me? - What do you mean?

You two should chat, while I go do drugs.

Yeah, you're already excused.

Yeah.

- Hey. - How you doing?

Good.

What's new?

Weren't you supposed to send me a demo,

like, a year ago or something?

Yeah. I've just been, like, real busy...

working on stuff.

Hold that for a second. Hey.

- Thank you. - Whiskey.

You know me well.

Look at that, huh?

Thank you.

Of course, no problem.

Hi, Jim. It's D.

Yeah, we met the other night.

I'm just...

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Where...

Wait.

Where's the...

Yo.

Hey, what's going on?

Um... Is cash okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Let's see what we got here.

Can I try that?

Do you know how to play that?

No.

Well, good luck.

It's not the... It's not the easiest instrument

in the world to play.

I mean, people practice that for years

before they move up to that kind of thing.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Huh.

So, when are you gonna play a gig already?

My undergrads are asking.

I get street cred when I mention

my alternative lifestyle,

living with a musician.

Oh, yeah?

Hm.

What's the, um...

What?

Is that what? Be... Be-ow-ow-ow...

Oh, fuck.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I forget that you sleep, like, regular person hours.

I, um...

I bought a pedal steel.

It's probably a dumb idea, but it sounds, like, um...

it sounds like a soprano.

You know?

It's like a... it's like...

- Like a woman's vibrato. - Oh...

Special, but I can't make it do that yet, so...

Sorry to keep you up.

Sounds awesome.

And you weren't... keeping me up.

To be honest, I probably wouldn't be able to sleep

if you weren't singing.

Aww, Pete...

That's so sweet.

You look tired.

Hmm. Probably.

Someone keeping you up?

What? No.

Just haven't been up this early in a while.

I work nights now, you know?

Oh, I see. You had another date.

Of course, you've got others.

- No, no, no. - You don't?

No, I, uh...

No, I was just up all-night writing.

Excuse me, Mr. Pierce?

- Thank you. - That's great.

Ah. Hey, Bob, how are you?

Hey, good to have you.

Shit...

Excuse me.

Do you have a phone charger?

Uh, no, but you could make ask the DJ.

That's a good idea.

Wait a minute, ae you, uh, Mary Kessel's daughter?

No.

Oh.

You just... You look just like her.

So, who are you here with?

Uh, Gordon Pierce.

Ah.

That's lovely.

Who are you here with?

How do you mean?

Like, are you here with someone?

Why? Do I need to be here with someone?

You think that I don't have millions of dollars

they want me to donate?

You... you asked me the same question.

I'm just fucking with you.

DJ?

Okay.

I'm so sorry for leaving you alone

for all of this.

I did want to introduce you to a friend of mine

in the music industry.

Nancy, Bill, this is D.

Another articling student?

I'm surprised you let her out of the office before midnight.

- No, no, no. - D is a musician.

Ah.

And what kind of music do you play?

Um...

I-I play, like... I guess I used to play pretty simple,

like, singer-songwriter stuff,

but I'm working on something more, um...

Well, it's kind of hard to talk about.

Uh...

It's like kind of experimental,

but I guess that's not really right.

D has an absolutely stunning voice.

Ah.

Nice.

Well, as long as it sounds better than this shit.

- Good Lord. - Hey, stop it.

Hey, honey. Hi.

It's midnight, which means it's your birthday.

Um...

happy birthday.

I miss you, and... Oh, I don't know.

Why don't you give me a call when you wake up tomorrow?

Yeah.

Night-night.

What is this?!

It's a... pearl tie!

Happy birthday, Darren!

Let me see.

Anyways, so I had to fucking die in the scene

because the next scene was my funeral,

and I could hear them offstage, searching for the gun,

and I kinda panic, so I'm like...

and then, they're like, "Bang, bang, bang!"

and they yelled "bang" from offstage.

I fucking almost shit myself.

She died of fear!

- Oh my God! - Abandon ship, Darren!

Abandon ship!

She's fine, she's fine. Just leave her.

She's fine.

I'm so bummed that we missed that show.

What are you working on now?

Well, I'm doing this show that tours universities

and deals with stresses of first year,

and I'm playing a student and I want to kill myself, so.

Very serious first year stress.

Which universities?

Peter's doing his PhD at U of T in architecture.

Ooh!

That's not even close.

Sustainable urban planning.

That's kind of boring.

That is much less exciting.

- Wow. - No, no.

All my students think I'm a harmless nerd.

That's why he tells them that he's dating a musician.

Uh, no, I don't.

Yeah, you do. Come on.

I don't tell my students we're dating.

Oh. Okay, jeez.

Sorry.

Darren, did you ever message my boss about the job?

I said you'd reach out.

No.

So, where are you working right now?

'Cause I think I've had it with Chef Dan.

I'm just, uh, focusing on my music at the moment.

Yeah, but how are you making money?

She's an entrepreneur.

What? Really?

No, he's just being funny.

No. I mean, that's kind of what you do.

Peter...

Are you a drug dealer?

I have been resisting the urge to do that

for a very long time now.

As if...

Girls can't be drug dealers.

Excuse you.

Maybe she's a lady of the night.

Darren, you'd make a terrible hooker, just saying.

- Oh, thanks. - Well..

Well...

Well what?

Peter, I'm not... I'm not a fucking hooker.

What the fuck?

What do you do?

Uh, I don't even... He's... he's... um, okay.

There is a...

There's this, like, website, where rich dudes set up dates

with women and they pay you to-

I get paid to go on a date.

Shut the fuck up.

That's kinda cool.

Yeah.

So, you're like a prostitute.

Whoa.

No, I'm not.

Well, a guy's paying you for a sexual service,

that's prostitution.

It's not like a... It's not a sexual service.

That's a bit extreme.

Yeah, but that's what he wants, ultimately.

That's what he's thinking.

You're a sexual commodity.

Okay, hold up.

What do you wear on the date?

Very good question.

Clothes. I mean, I wear clothes, just regular clothes.

You don't dress like that, do you?

Nope.

Okay, well, what if they try to, like, make a move on you,

what do you do then?

Why do you want to know so bad?

I just, like, you set up everything beforehand

and I'm just getting paid to sit across

from dudes at dinner.

And it gives me time to work on my music.

Yeah, some things are just not worth it.

Not worth it? What the fuck does that mean?

Okay, if you want to set women back 50 years, go ahead.

Angela...

What is your problem with prostitution, Angela?

That's the bigger question.

Okay, you guys think that

all prostitutes are super-empowered,

open, free-thinking, hipster feminists?

Not like it perpetuates the idea of women as property.

A woman is free to do what she wants with her body.

Okay, would you do it?

Instead of children's theatre or catering?

What? Get paid to be manhandled,

look cute and get my ass smacked a couple times a night?

Yeah, I already do it.

It's called catering and literally every fucking job

that I've ever had.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's different, though.

That's sexual harassment.

You can report that to your managers.

Yeah, no. I got shit to do.

Well, it's not exactly the same thing, so...

Did you do it?

What?

Did you report your boss?

Wait, what?

Okay, Darren...

do you, like, you know, declare your income?

'Cause I feel like tax evasion...

Why do you keep talking about this like

it's a real thing?

Well, I don't know. I'd sign up.

- I would do it. - No.

"No."

Why would I want my girlfriend going on dates with other dudes?

I think it's pretty simple.

I mean, it's just dinners.

You'd be sitting across from someone all night

who wants to fuck you.

What the fuck is that my problem what he's thinking?

Slash, newsflash, buddy...

The guy who pours your girlfriend's coffee

wants to fuck her.

Oh, no, I can't look you in the eye, Mr. Barista Man,

because my boyfriend pissed on my leg.

Wait. What?

You're making me sound like I'm some sorta fucked up

jealous boyfriend and I'm not.

Are you sure, though?

Thousand percent.

Hey-hey, let's just talk about something else, guys.

I would not want my boyfriend going on a date

with some girl who wants to sleep with him.

- I get it. - Uh, no.

It is not same exchange rate, Angela.

You don't want Kyle hanging around some chick

who wants to fuck him,

because you think Kyle is gonna cheat.

Danny doesn't want Maya sitting across from a guy

who bought her dinner, not 'cause he thinks

that Maya's gonna cheat, but because he knows

that makes her that guy's property for the night

instead of his.

Which is why women who engage in this stuff perpetuate the...

So, now, it's our fault.

You don't have to go on a paid date with a dude

to feel pressure that when a guy buys you dinner,

you have to give them something back sexual,

plain and simple.

Yeah, it's the blow away.

Oh my gosh, here we go again.

- It's the what? - This, this right here.

It's the blowjob that you give a guy

to make him go away.

You know, it's like he's back at your place,

he's bought you dinner, you don't want to fuck him,

but you also don't want to hurt his precious ego

by asking him to leave

or maybe he actually just won't leave.

So, you're like, "Okay, fine.

"I'll just, like, blow you away."

That can't be a real thing.

Yeah, and women don't fake orgasms.

You never answered my question.

Would you do it?

Don't ask me that question.

Why not?

Because I'd probably get murdered.

Chicks from the rez don't survive that line of work...

dummy.

Well, why do you do it, Darren?

Why?

Yeah. Why do you do it, instead of,

like, a restaurant job or whatever?

I don't know! Like, um...

it pays better.

Is that, like, a solid answer?

It pays better and it's, like...

It's like, fucking clear.

I don't need to, like, wonder at what I'm worth

or be underpaid for it.

They pay me and then I know.

And sometimes, like, if I dress better,

then they pay me better.

And sometimes it's sort of fun,

and sometimes it's fucking weird,

but at least I know where I stand.

You know? Like..

Look, I know you want to work on your music and everything...

Why the fuck do you keep bringing up my music?

What the fuck do you know?

You're dating Mr. Trust Fund Baby here.

- Hey! - No!

You wanna talk about this?

Let's talk about it.

Who the fuck pays for your lifestyle?

We're a couple, that's different.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, yeah, yeah?

You're really dating Kyle for Kyle?

- No offence, Kyle. - Offence taken!

You wanna get all self-righteous, Angela,

at least admit that living for free at a super big,

Queen Street loft is pretty fucking sweet.

- That's none of your business. - Oh, yeah?

But do you always have sex with him

'cause you really want to or sometimes, just sometimes,

do you kind of feel like you have to pay rent?

Good luck with your fucking music.

- Yeah, no problem. - Jesus, Darren.

What?

Well, if you're gonna get fucked by the man,

you might as well get paid for it.

I'm not... I'm not fucking anybody!

I'm not fucking anybody.

What the fuck is your problem, dude?

You never said it was a secret.

Are you fucked?

Don't ya think that shows how you really feel about it

if you don't want people to know?

It's nobody's business!

Yeah, but they're your free-thinking,

super open artist friends.

They'd understand.

I'm just your boring roommate you feel obligated

to invite to things.

You're my closest friend, Peter.

But you certainly didn't act like it tonight.

Come on. Yeah, maybe I don't want to be your closest friend.

Fuck. Peter, you're-

I'm what? In the friend zone?

What?

- Never mind. - No, no, no, no, no.

What do you mean?

Oh, come on, Darren. Don't play dumb.

- I know what it means, but... - But what?

You want to keep ignoring it because it suggests

that I have feelings for you and you just want to be friends?

Okay.

Oh, don't act so surprised.

You ignore it on purpose, right?

You ignore a lot on purpose.

No, I don't!

Did you or did you not know I had feelings for you?

- I... - Well, I do

and you know it and everyone else thinks

I'm in the fucking friend zone...

Stop saying that stupid thing that you picked up on campus!

Utterly pathetic thing.

I do everything for you and you just use me

when you want to.

I don't use you, Peter.

I don't... I don't use you.

Yes, you do!

Darren, and what's worse is you know you do.

I'm your roadie, your groupie, when you want it,

and the rest of the time, it's these perverted old dudes

that you dress up for and spend time with.

I'm there for you all the fucking time

and, in return, what do I get?

You get to be my friend.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but is that not enough?

No, I just...

Oh, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Hold on, Peter.

Do I owe you a fuck?

Is that how this works?

Am I supposed to sit on your dick,

because you've been a good friend to me, Peter?

- Night. - Oh, no, no.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

We have some catching up to do.

I owe you a fuck!

Come on!

No, isn't this what you wanted for so long, Peter?

Don't.

Isn't this what you wanted for so long?

- Isn't this what you wanted... - Darren, stop.

Put your hand in my fucking skirt.

Darren...

Come on, you deserve this, Peter.

Darren, don't...

Darren! Darren, stop!

I still have about an hour of your time, correct?

Yeah.

Would you sleep beside me?

- What? - I mean...

take a nap.

You know, if you're not...

I feel like I have to have a nap

and I want you to take a nap with me.

Could you do that?

And if you don't feel sleepy, you can just pretend.

Okay?

Sing something.

No.

I still haven't heard you sing.

Come on.

Go on.

You go on.

Oh, fuck.

You can totally play like a boss, can't you?

Oh, shit.

Where you going?

Nice.

It's not bad.

Still haven't sung anything.

Oh, okay, yeah.

Darren, this is Stephanie.

Hi.

Hey.

Oh my God.

Oh my...

- What are you doing? - I make porn now.

What's up?

Uh, yeah, you owe me some money

and I'm wondering when I could get that.

No, I don't.

Well, yeah.

August rent, half of November and utility bills.

You said utility bills were included

and I paid November.

Yeah, well, they're not, actually, and you didn't.

I covered you.

Yeah.

Sure, Pete.

I'll pick up an extra shift.

No problem.

- Fuck you. - Okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! No!

Okay, okay.

Dudes, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.

You're a little groggy, gramps.

- Fuck you! - No!

Yes, fuck you. Right here.

Hey, no, no, no.

You're not driving, you...

Gimme your...

No, come on.

Hey!

Hey.

Whoa. Okay, okay, okay.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not here.

Okay.

Go on.

Watch your head. Watch your head.

Put your feet up.

Put your fucking feet up.

Hey.

You good?

Are you okay?

What do you care?

Oh, dude...

those guys suck.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Hey...

it's all good.

Just... just we'll just chill here for a sec.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay, stop.

Hey!

God, stop doing that.

No, no, no.

Don't do that.

Hey.

Hey, stop!

Stop doing... oh, fuck!

Get the...

Fuck.

Hey!

Hey.

Are you out?

Hey.

Hey!

Jeffrey, this is Darren.

This the girl I was telling you about.

Jeffrey works at Bristow Records.

I was showing him those weird ass videos

that you put out.

Oh.

Good weird?

Definitely good weird.

Who produced those tracks?

I did.

Y'all should come by the studio tomorrow.

Maybe we can throw you in.

Sure.

So, does he want to hang or am I gonna sing something?

Be chill.

- What you drinking? - Whiskey.

Hey!

Rae, what are you doing here?

How many fucking times have I told you

I was crashing here for reading week?

I've been calling your phone all night.

Whoa...

What the fuck are you wearing?

Where were you?

Who's this again?

Uh, this is Stephanie.

Are you sure you live here, Darren?

- Dope. - Sounds great.

Dope.

I like that, I like that.

How'd that sound, man?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, that sounded dope, man.

Yeah?

So, what's the, uh...

What's the track you want me to sing vocals on?

Shit. Right. Sorry. Fuck.

Um...

Hold up.

Yo, we're just gonna ambush you with some vocals.

- Cool? - Aight, man.

Aight.

- You can go in. - Oh, sorry. Okay.

Okay.

Wow. Wow.

She's dressed in her finest, right?

- Can you hear me? - Yeah.

All right, I'm just gonna get you

to sing the hook and some atmospherics, okay?

Okay, where... how am I-

Hold up, hold up.

We're gonna play... Play the demo for you.

- You ready? - Yup.

Can you hear that?

Yeah, I can hear it.

All right.

Do I just...

Just do your thing.

- Come and groan? - Yeah.

You want me to say "come and groan"?

"Come and groan".

Okay.

Bring that back.

Is that better?

Little more tight?

Yo, yo, yo. That's tight. that's...

Hello, Darren.

Nice to see you again.

Yeah, you too.

Darren?

Why don't you sing some of your own music?

I'd love to hear it.

Like my own stuff?

Whatever you like.

I... I usually sing with, like, instrumentation and stuff.

- Like, it's a whole... - Whatever you'd like.

But it's like a whole thing.

You got a whole audience here, girl.

Sing us a song.

Okay.

Just one sec.

I, uh...

Sing something else.

Darren, take a seat.

Great voice.

I can certainly hear your training.

But you're relying on it.

You're being safe, Darren, 'cause you want to do it right,

but all anyone ever really cares about is

how far you're willing to take it to do it wrong.

Does that make sense?

Is this how you really dress?

- Sorry? - Is this you?

I won't be the only person to ask you this question,

by the way.

Okay.

So is Jeffrey here still?

Just went to grab food.

I mean, like, will he be in touch with Angus

- if there's a... - Who?

The guy. The other guy here.

Jeffrey will be in touch with him?

Okay.

This is me, the head of this label,

being in touch with you right now, Darren.

Do you your homework.

Jeffrey is our A&R scout,

but if his approval makes you feel better,

by all means, go, go find him.

Go.

And Angus.

Angus wants to fuck you.

What?

No it's not like... It's not like that.

It's always like that, Darren.

You should know this.

- Listen to me. - I'm telling you this

because I think you're talented, okay?

But you're not ready.

Thank you for coming in.

Cool.

We ended up going to the Lakeview?

And... hey, you want some stir-fry?

No.

It's actually not that bad.

Peter made it.

Uh, Peter and I had the most awkward drunken sex last night.

- What? - Yeah.

That chick went home and then,

like, we ended up staying up watching...

- You had sex with Peter!? - Yeah.

I mean, you told me you never had a thing for him.

Why the fuck would you do that?!

Holy shit! Fuck!

What the fuck is wrong with you!!

Hey! Did you fuck my sister?!

- Darren! - Um...

Did you fuck my sister when she was drunk as fuck!?

- We were both drunk. - You perverted, sick...

Darren, stop!

My little sister comes to town,

who I'm supposed to stop from doing dumb shit and then...

Yeah, well, I don't know that you're the best person-to-be...

What!?

Well, as far as role models go...

You had sex with my sister when she was fucking wasted!

Oh, calm down.

Can't you just...

Okay. You guys are...

Fuck!

Darren!

Darren?

Hey! Are you free?!

Wow.

You look...

- Nice. - Oh, right, yeah.

Sorry, I didn't have the energy to get all dolled up for you.

Oh, you never have to do that on my account.

You know what?

I'm gonna go.

No, it's all right, it's all right.

The young lady did not have a nice day.

No. The young lady did not have a nice day!

I had a meeting at a record label.

And your friend, Nancy?

Yeah, well, she runs it and I'm pretty sure

she told everyone I'm a prostitute.

So there goes that.

Well...

Maybe she's right, maybe I'm not...

What does she think? I'm an escort?

I told her you were my friend.

Which is true.

That's it? That's what you tell people?

Yes.

People tend not to question me on what I'm doing.

All right.

Why do you pay to go on a date with a girl

40 years younger than you?

I've worked very hard my whole life.

I like nice things.

And sitting across from a beautiful woman at dinner...

is a very nice thing.

I'm a nice thing?

People pay for far more complicated things.

A personal trainer to teach you how to do physical activity,

a nanny to raise your kids, an investor to take your money,

then give it back to you in...

Stop, okay. Yeah, yeah. Stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Maybe this is why people don't ask you questions, Gordy,

'cause you don't really answer them.

Why do you do it?

I'm a starving artist.

I don't have like, a fuckin' fancy answer like you.

It's not complicated.

Or it wasn't supposed to be.

Then that woman today was...

God, I mean, if you had a daughter,

would you tell her not to do this?

- This? - This! This arrangement thing!

If you had a daughter, how would you feel about her

doing what I'm doing?

I do have a daughter.

You do?

Yes.

How old is she?

How old are you?

Twenty-five.

You have a daughter that's my age?

She's...

in and around your age.

So what would you tell her?

We don't talk.

What are we drinking, hm?

It's like a...

like, a classical music competition

that I used to do as a kid.

I always fuckin' won.

Ugh! Okay.

No, no, no, no.

Actually sing.

I want to hear you sing.

You know, I just stood there,

in a church and my mind would like, split.

And somehow I could think about,

like, how well I was doing,

or what Jesus story was on the stained glass or, um,

um, embarrassed my mom was mouthing the words to me

while I was singing.

She, like, never...

never missed a performance.

She wasn't, like, an annoying stage mom

or anything.

She... let me do my own thing but, fuck,

I was such a piece of work.

- I bet. - Mmm.

You have no idea.

Such a piece of work.

Maybe that's why you like me.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

'Cause you're a piece of work too.

You're fancy, but...

you're just as fucked as I am.

Okay, Darren.

Tell me how I am "fucked up," as you say.

No, no, no.

Nope.

No. Nope.

How about...

How about you tell me?

Hmm.

Okay.

It's okay.

It's hard, I get it.

What was I saying about Kiwanis?

How your mind would split.

Oh right.

Yeah, that was the best part!

Yeah, so I'm on stage.

My mind would just, like, split.

- Oh! - Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, don't do that!

Are you hungry?

I normally skip breakfast.

And I have to be at a meeting, actually.

Louisa is coming in half an hour.

Louisa?

Louisa, my house cleaner.

Oh.

In half an hour.

Oh!

What is this?

It's for you.

What for?

You know you need it.

I've been meaning to give it to you.

You've been meaning to give it to me?

Darren, you deserve it.

Did you like my singing?

Mm-hm, oh yes.

Very pretty.

So I'll see you this summer?

Are you going to tell me what's going on with you?

Nothing.

How about you come visit me next time?

And call Mom, asshole.

Oh, look who it is!

What's happening?

Look who's here.

Been trying to call you for like... oh, thanks.

Like a couple days.

Oh, yeah?

Cool.

That's weird.

Where's, um...

Is, uh, Jeffrey here?

What, you got a thing for him?

Hey, pass me a beer, man?

Thank you very much.

No, I just wanted to know if he had any feedback

from the other day, you know? Like...

Yeah, that's probably pretty good.

- Uh... - What did you think?

It was good, yeah. Uh, you guys, is it...

That guy we were talking about. Was it Tim?

Pfft, what are you talking about?

Honestly, I can't remember. It starts with a "T."

It's like a Tim. Taylor, something like that.

You know that chick, Nancy? She was fucking intense.

Yeah, hey, you want to go inside

and get a beer or something?

No, can I actually just talk to you for a second?

What's up?

I don't know, I just wanted to know, you know,

what you thought about the track that I worked on,

and what the next steps are.

Obviously, I... I'd love to work with you, so...

Yeah, I don't think they're gonna use those vocals.

Why?

I don't know.

But I... you know, I'm swamped with a bunch

of other bands right now, Darren.

So...

please don't get weird about it.

I mean, you're still a babe!

So it is driving me fucking nuts.

Okay.

It's not... it's Tim!

Can I talk to you for a second?

Uh, Nancy, Bill, you know Darren.

Why don't you join us? Grab a seat?

No.

I don't want to sit down.

I want to talk to you for a second,

I don't want to fuckin' wine and dine.

Can we just go somewhere and talk for a second?

I'm sorry to fuck up your dinner.

Okay.

Would you guys just excuse me for a moment?

Why did you give me that thing?

Darren!

Was it 'cause we fucked?

Or do you actually think I'm, like, worth something?

Fuck!

I just wanna know how you feel.

Come on!

I just wanna know how you feel!

If you give me that, I'll give you back...

Darren.

Goodnight.

Cool.

A little misunderstanding obviously.

She clearly understands a lot of things.

What? What are you doing?

- What is this? - First and last!

How did you...

Hmm.

Yo!

Yo!

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Why are you here?!

Why am I here?!

You've been ignoring Mom for a month!

She made me call Peter, which was super awkward,

and he said that you don't live there anymore.

So, obviously she thinks you're in a gutter somewhere.

So she sent me here to check on you.

You can tell Mom I'm fine.

Are you sure about that?

Dude.

This is not a good time, all right?

So...

What are you doing with these?

What?

Dad's records.

Listen, you have a good weekend, but, uh...

I don't wanna hang.

You always give him so much credit.

He didn't leave these for you.

He forgot them.

You don't know what you're talking about.

You act like he's the reason you're a musician.

But he's not.

And now you're a dick to the one person

who's always been there.

Hey, Mom.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

Okay.

How's that, Mom? We still got it?

Hah!

Always.