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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.