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Hi. Would you like to buy me a drink?

Tommy.

See, you're married.

I must be a psychic.

Actually, I am.

Let me see your hand.

Let me see your hand.

five times, wow.

And four times.

You are very successful.

Why don't you tell me something that I don't know?

Sure. I need checks.

Oh, yeah? Google.

Shuffling. Look, I'm not sure if you're, what, scam or a little hustler you're

trying to work here.

No. Well, you want some money.

I don't want your money.

Please, just get them.

Oh, Bob.

I wanted to say congratulations.

Four months, New York Times bestseller. That's pretty impressive.

Not to mention you made me the biggest agent in town.

Cheers.

Thanks, Bill.

Looking ravishing as always. I heard from Peter that she put this whole thing

you. Yeah, she did.

Good?

Well, I'll be around.

Miserable? Oh, God.

Follow me.

Come rescue me.

Yes.

I know how tough these things are for you.

It's like an endless colonoscopy.

It never ends.

Oh, calm down. Turn around or something.

It can't be that bad. Swirl up my ass.

Thank you. I've never seen him before in my life.

All right, look, I found you this nice, quiet space. No one's in it.

What's wrong?

Atlas.

Huh?

You just haven't seen yourself for the past few weeks.

Well, maybe, uh...

This is who I really am.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

And enjoy this fantastic fucking art.

Bob, congratulations.

Hello.

Are you admiring my latest acquisition?

We are, yes. Are you familiar with the artist?

I don't think so. She was something years ago. She's dead now.

Suicide. So sad.

It's really too bad. She had a lot of potential.

The model's dead, too. I thought about having a retrospective and inviting

people that knew her, but nobody's left.

Oh. All right.

We'll be back.

Thank you so much for letting us in here, huh?

This party.

It's just a pretentious photograph.

No, this person actually existed. I saw it.

La Brea Tarpeh Museum.

It was a hologram.

What? Art.

Well, kind of.

It was near this big woolly mammoth.

It was an ergonomic thing. It moved every 20 seconds or so. It made this god

-awful noise.

I was just scared of the kids.

You guys don't remember that?

Yeah.

And then all the bones would kind of rearrange themselves and become this

this cavewoman. It was kind of half cavewoman, half, I don't know, sex

mom.

Really? Just to drive Mary mad?

I thought it was quite sexy.

And she'd say, where's the real version? Where's the authentic version? They

should have some sort of forensically accurate cavewoman, whatever.

Yes? Me, well?

Finally.

Good morning.

Where were you last night?

My job is to assist you, not parade you around like some fat stuffed pink

poodle.

Lovely imagery as usual.

What do you want?

I need to find out about the La Brea woman.

What?

Well, I was told that there's a hologram at the museum, or was a

hologram at this museum, animated from bones into the body of this woman.

Of course, this bill is the source, so it could be just a load of crap, but had

you been there last night, we would have had this conversation. You would now be

bringing me the information.

Fuck you, too.

Let's get to work.

All right.

You do it.

Anyway, while you're doing that, I would like you to also find out...

Who did the artwork of the place I was at last night? Because that's where I

her.

It's good to see you too, Bob. You know, I was afraid you'd fallen off one of

those toothpick -propped decks in the hills under the dark oblivion below the

Hollywood sign.

Well, I have.

And I've run all the way down the hill into the tar pit.

And I'm at the very bottom.

And I'm now speaking to you through a special reed tube.

No. It's good to be at the bottom. It's better than the falling.

Yeah.

Uh -huh.

Of course.

Absolutely.

Yeah, that's no problem at all.

All right.

Well, uh, when?

Tell them that I'll be right out. I'm just finishing up an important call,

You got it.

The knife?

Perfect. So the bones are thought to be about 9 ,000 years old Native American,

maybe Chumash. She was the only human skeleton found there. Can you believe

that?

She was found in 1914. She had a fracture in her skull, which is probably

killed her, and the remains of a domesticated dog found next to her.

Ritual sacrifice was ruled out, or they would have found more. And to be quite

honest, you could have found all of this out for yourself.

So?

Tell me again.

Why are we here, not at the tar pits?

I told you, like three times.

I know, but I like the way you tell it. Basically because they're douchebags.

Well?

Okay, I had a meeting set up, and then they sent this 11th hour email saying

that the board of the Tar Pits didn't think that they would be portrayed well

your novel, and as such, they were passing.

You're an asshole.

You know whoever murdered her?

Dumped her in the Tar Pit.

Mm -hmm.

The Tar Pit.

Death suspended.

You think you're safe, but you're just rotting away from the inside.

Okay, stop talking. I'm not done.

She lived probably here, historically speaking. The Chumash or the Tongva

by flowing water. Marshes everywhere got around by canoe.

She lived here.

Do you get it?

So she was here.

Right beside this water.

What was she doing?

Bathing? Bob.

Is it the same water?

I guess Heraclitus wouldn't think so.

Bob.

Fragile hummingbird bones of beauty.

A little nest of broken bones.

Lotus flower.

What a little jaguar.

Hey, Bob, you know you sound crazy, right?

Bob.

I know what I'm going to write.

I know what I'm going to write.

This is the book. Bob. This is the book I'm going to write.

Okay.

I need everything that she might have come across or seen or...

encountered where she went, what it looked like, what were the sounds.

How did it smell?

Yeah, this is the book I've always wanted to write.

Finally some literature.

Something that will come out of me.

I didn't know that.

Somebody call 911.

I have

calls in for the best

doctors.

This is no joke.

This is serious.

Everybody knows now.

It has to stop.

Okay? You have got to stop drinking.

It's destroying your health, okay?

Look... Do you have any idea what could have happened? Ellen, please, this is

idiotic. Jesus Christ, you're taking this way too seriously. I'm not taking

too seriously.

Bob, look at me.

You could have died out there today. You could have died.

Well, I didn't die out there, okay?

What I... What I need to do...

What I need to do is get back to work.

Come on, why don't you help me? No, no, come on, Bob, please.

Stop.

You just have to rest, baby, okay?

Just for a little bit. Just give your body a break, okay? It's telling you you

have to stop everything.

Bill?

I know.

They won't let me drink anymore.

They have me on some kind of diet.

Exercise.

It's outrageous.

Well, they want me to see a witch doctor.

A therapist, for Christ's sake.

I know. Can you imagine?

Let me... Hey, listen.

Um... Uh... Can you get Wilhelmina on the phone?

Well, she's not picking up.

I don't know. I think they got her in on this to some kind of intervention, I

guess. I don't know.

Well, when you talk to her, tell her I'm still working.

I don't know. She'll figure it out.

Yeah, yeah.

At least I'm still alive, yes.

Hello. Hi.

Do you want to eat anything?

No.

Drink something?

No.

Go outside?

No. No? Just go outside, sit in the sun.

No, thank you.

I'm going to get the pool heater fixed so that you can swim.

I don't think so.

I'm going to do it.

Fine.

I'll swim for you.

Energy through us both.

Exercise through us both.

Exercisical energy.

You like that word?

Exercisical?

I just made it up, and you can use it in your next book if you'd like. Thank

you. Sure.

I won't sue you or anything.

All right, good to know.

Hey.

I'm going to go out.

So do you want anything?

No.

Nothing?

No.

Absolutely nothing.

Okay, now that you mention it.

If you would, could you get me a bottle of scotch, a bag of potato chips, and a

carton of cigarettes? Why are you even asking me that?

What's the point?

I see the point of anything anymore.

Hey.

Talk to me.

You just need to get back to yourself.

probably something more

water

lily jaguar

Well, I don't know.

I'm not sure what it is, this desperate drive to merge what makes a person

look at someone, someone who they think they can't live without, and then in the

next moment want to take a rock and bash their skull in and throw them in a tar

pit.

It's an impulse that hasn't changed in thousands of years.

Not much evolution in that department.

Have you been writing?

Has he been writing?

Bob.

Peter was... He was asking about the book.

How's the bestseller?

How's it going?

Well, he's been writing a lot in verse.

In verse?

Yes.

In verse.

Interesting.

Birth.

Well, not all of it is in birth.

You're going to tell them.

No.

Well, what?

What what?

What part in birth?

The bark.

It's a little coming through slaughter.

Yeah, his bright moment's been a gone sweetheart.

Well, English patient.

Made millions.

Made Minghella a director.

Yeah, a dramatic piece of shit.

What do you think about turning one of your albums into a screenplay?

I don't know.

Is he still alive?

The writer?

Oh, yeah. Won awards.

Huh.

Well, whatever.

Ask the average person.

Nobody will know his name.

Maybe the film, but... But definitely not his verse.

Kiss of death.

Wow. Peter, come on.

Back off.

Bob, think about it.

Your book.

Major motion picture.

You know, I damn breath.

That sounds like the kiss of death.

Hey.

So, who's ready for dessert?

What is it?

Heaven.

I'll have some of that.

Yeah, I'll have some of that. Yeah, I was going to tell you about that.

That was good.

Yummy? We need more wine.

More wine.

Hi, Chet.

So,

tell me.

Is he actually writing in verse?

Yeah.

Is it any good?

Yeah, I think so. It's beautiful.

Beautiful. Yeah.

He loves you.

Take your clothes off.

I have to check something.

Check what?

Some fucking verse or something?

Something. No work.

Remember? No work.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

So?

Take your fucking clothes off. You are so gross.

Come on. You'd love it.

Get them off.

Hey, where are you going?

Park.

You know what you want me to do?

I mean, you want me to get exercise, right?

Look, I know it's been hard.

Come on.

Come with me.

No, I'm painting.

I'm drawing.

I've got stuff to do, but have a good walk.

Did books come in?

They did.

And they're on your desk.

Plus, I did find that museum in Mexico City you were asking about.

Museo de Antropología.

I'll say it again.

What the?

That's it.

El Museo Nacional de Antropología y Historia del Estado de

México.

Quesadilla.

Córdoba. Taco.

Again.

Then run away with me.

Benito. Basta.

I looked into every prostitute in the Los Angeles area and there was no one

named Waterbilly Jack.

And you spoke to all of them? Every single one of them. And their friends? I

my due diligence.

I assure you. I mean, this could all be just the ramblings of a crazy man,

right?

I don't know. It sounds like Black Dahlia.

That's super dark. I like to live in the happy place.

Yeah, it is dark. He's dark.

Speaking of happy places...

Who

drew these?

What?

Oh, nobody.

Well, will you tell nobody that these are quite good?

And that I am personally happy that nobody's drawing again.

And with that, my lady.

So are these the real ones or those claws?

I would poke your eyes out.

They're like eagles.

This is what rolled down my back.

Oh, no.

Did you just change your ringtone? I'm not changing my ringtone. Don't answer

it. No, stop it.

Bob. Well?

Yeah? How's it going with the viewing?

Impossible, like I told you.

Well, quit acting like a five -year -old. There's a lot of bureaucracy

here. It's not going to be that easy to just get in there.

I'm not expecting it to happen in a minute, but it's got to happen.

Did you hear what I just said? Do you understand?

Make it happen.

Okay,

come on.

No, you're not leaving.

I have to work.

Well, you can work here. I'm going to work here.

Come on.

I'll be here all day.

Come on.

No? No, that's not what we do. That's what I promised Bob.

Oh, yeah, you promised Bob everything would be this big secret. Look, I'm not

going to say anything.

You guys are the Boy Scout Club.

Tell me one thing. Tell me how he writes. Does he write death?

Is he right standing up?

He talks about you, you know.

Yeah, we talk about you all the time. Tons of embarrassing stuff I know about

you. Stuff that you wouldn't want anyone else to know.

Don't. Oh, you're torturing yourself.

What the fuck are you talking about? I love that dress.

Look, it's been a long time we've been hanging out with each other. You can

to me. This is a safe place.

You know me. I'm not going to say anything.

Come on, tell me one thing about you that I don't know.

Shut up.

Well.

Well.

That's what he calls you, right?

Well.

Seven years.

Seven years to the day.

You and I.

I have something I want to tell you. God, please don't. No, no.

I love you.

I do.

What's wrong with that?

That's not part of this. You're married.

You have three kids.

I'm married, with three kids, and I love you.

What's wrong about that?

Stop it.

Back to bed, Liz. I know.

I know.

Hello? Bob, it's me. So I have these two friends.

You sound like you're out of breath.

Yeah.

Yeah, so... Yeah?

So, I have these two friends that work at the university.

So?

They're getting their PhDs. I think they can get us to the bones.

Really?

Completely illegal, but kind of possible.

Well, that's great, Will.

Uh, no, there's one more thing.

What's that?

This is so super none of my business, but...

called me, she thinks you're having an affair.

Bob? Yeah? She wants to go to lunch.

Did you hear what I just said?

I did.

So, is there anything I should know or not know?

Yeah.

Bob?

There is no other woman.

I'm simply writing a story.

I'm sorry that hurts her.

Sometimes the work just takes over. Can you explain that to her?

Could I just explain to her that you're full of shit?

Goodbye.

It's that he's writing in a way I've never seen before.

That's all.

Why does it feel like this?

I mean, I've been with him when he's in writing mode many times, and it never

felt like this.

Just feelings, I guess.

Why don't you write?

No, I don't write.

I paint.

I've been painting.

I just don't understand. I mean, he won't see a sex therapist, psychologist,

psychiatrist, whatever. He won't take antidepressants. But he is depressed.

I mean, clinically. He has all the symptoms.

And he's drinking.

And I know it. He thinks I don't, but I see it.

You must see it, too. I mean, the housekeeper tells me. Friends call me

they saw him, and they tell me. And maybe they're not my friends, but it's

Something is wrong.

Deeply wrong.

So, we have the bones.

Well, we always have them.

Obviously. All we do.

This is not happening.

I really like your books.

Thank you.

Would you sign this one for me? Of course.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Godfrey.

We don't have time for this. Will, did you explain?

I only agreed to that.

Yeah.

Where'd you come from?

My parents, actually.

Here we are.

Everybody back to normal.

You can give a shit about your name. Okay, all right, yes. Well, anyway, here

are.

All right,

we will be right outside. Yeah, we need to get another load and then we'll be

back. Get it?

I don't know what's wrong. I'd like to hear about names, where they came

from, their histories.

Anyway,

I almost wrote a book where it's all about names. Could you step outside,

That'd be great.

Please.

Well? I gave you something.

Yep.

Do you have it?

Yep.

What can I have it?

I'll bring it tomorrow.

Bring it today.

Bob.

What?

What is it?

Just get it.

What is it? I need it. See, the thing is, I think I know what it is, and it is

not okay.

I can explain.

Explain and I'll get it.

Why don't you go get it, and then I'll explain it.

No.

Is it a little like, do I give you the blowjob?

And then you pay me or do you pay me and then I give you the blowjob?

Do I go and kill that guy for you and you'll pay me or you'll pay me first and

then I'll go kill the guy for you? Fuck you. It's in my pocket.

It's bone.

I chipped this little piece on her sternum.

I used my pocket knife.

This is not okay on so many different levels.

It's the piece closest to her heart.

You did not.

I did.

That's illegal.

I don't believe you because you're not that stupid.

Okay. It's a rock.

Actually, no, it's a shell, and I found it outside of the fence of the tar pit.

You happy now?

It doesn't matter what it is.

What matters is it's something that brings me close to her, in

contact with her, that inspires me.

It is the essence that...

that precedes existence.

It's transformative.

You were talking about a dead thing. Nobody knows what she looks like. She is

dead.

She helps me write.

She makes me happy. Oh, my God, shut up.

Admit it.

This is the first time you've actually seen me write.

Yes.

That's all you need to con... yourself with.

Bob, you have to tell me what to do.

Do I let you finish the book?

Do I call a doctor? Do I tell somebody what's going on?

Just let me write the book, please.

It's okay to cry, you know.

I'm okay with it.

I don't know what to do.

We'll just do this.

You and me.

Simple.

Convocations.

What happened?

Are you okay?

Okay, okay, stay there. I'll get this.

I'll do it. I don't want you to cut yourself.

Why won't you cut yourself?

Because I won't.

Well, I can help.

Be careful.

Why are you treating me this way?

Why are you treating me like some kind of a child, like an invalid?

I just... I can help pick up a few goddamn pieces of glass.

You're turning me into... I'm not turning you into anything. You're

yourself into... Then why are you treating me like an invalid then?

I am not. Well, what do you call this?

I'm just trying to prevent... What are you really trying to do to me?

I love you.

You love me? Oh, that's what you call this?

You call this love?

I love you, so I don't want something to happen to you.

Do you think that if you treat me like some kind of a delicate little piece of

glass sculpture, that everything's going to be okay?

You can't even look at me. Look at me. Anybody that sees me knows I'm not some

fragile piece of black shit. If they spent a couple of hours with me, they

know that. You weren't.

What? You weren't.

What are you talking about?

You weren't fragile, but now you are.

You don't seem like yourself.

I mean, you're hollow.

I'm trying to reach you, but I can't. I don't feel any connection with you. I

mean, you say all the right things, but it means nothing. I don't know who you

are anymore. I don't know where you are.

You're standing right in front of me, but I feel like you're not here.

You're saying you've completely lost your mind!

I give you everything?

Everything I have?

I tell you, I call you. I tell you I love you. I walk on fucking eggshells

around you. Fuck you!

Fuck you!

You sound like the idiot.

Do you want a divorce?

What? Do you want a divorce?

Why would I want a divorce?

Answer the question.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry.

We have to stop.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Good to see you, Bob.

So, this is it?

Yeah.

It's interesting.

It's not what the public expects from you. We actually think his readers will

willing to go in this direction.

It's a risk.

And as you know, it can work.

Sometimes it does.

But more often than not, it doesn't.

And then you lose your credibility.

At which point it'll be hard to sell them on what they expect.

Because you, um...

Broken the spell, so to speak. Meaning possibly nobody will believe you.

Nobody will take you seriously, possibly.

We've explained this to him. He understands.

Yeah, he's not kidding. I've tried to warn him. It won't work.

It doesn't work. It doesn't work.

I'm willing to take the risk.

Look, we're just trying to protect you, okay?

You've got... No, thank you.

You've got families to, you know, support. You've got a reputation to

If you want to continue to work, and believe me, we want you to, to have an

extended career, to be able to work while you grow old and... Very simple.

Either you will publish the book, or I'll take it somewhere else.

With respect, we have had some interest from two separate houses.

Okay, then.

We'll bring in... What's his name?

Rodrigo. Rodrigo from the poetry department.

He'll take charge of the rest of it.

Did you have a design and cover approval or did you already have an idea?

I know what I want to do.

Before they go and waste more money on hiring a graphic designer.

Gentlemen,

thank you.

Thank you.

The book is the book. It has nothing to do with us. See, I didn't want it to

interfere. The book is the book?

I don't want it to interfere with us, right? Yeah.

Bob.

What are you talking about?

I didn't have sex because I only had like an hour.

Come quickly, Roberto.

Come.

Come, mi amore.

Come.

Oh, come on, Bob.

Don't do that. Come on. That's not fair.

Hello. Bill, we need to talk.

Mary, not a good time.

What are you doing?

I'm just... I got another letter from the bursar's office at Buckley for the

twins. What? Charlie's in trouble again. Mary, listen, let me call you back,

okay?

You gotta talk. I know you're going through a bad time. I know you're going

through a bad time. We all know you're going through a bad time. Okay, buddy.

We all do.

But it's important in these moments, in these moments, to do anything rash,

impulsive. Life is a wave.

Life's a wave.

You know that. It's good and bad. It's good and it's bad.

We'll get through this.

Me for you. Me for you.

I've been here with you since the first day. Since day one.

This is going to be our year.

You and me.

Buddy.

I can make it happen. You can just give me a story of a book coming in the

future. You know, like a sequel.

No.

Something based on your previous work, like a prequel.

No.

Just something in the vein of what you've done before.

No.

No.

That's a lot of no's.

Do you remember how we first met, Bob?

Old bar and grill, 18th Street.

Young, drunk, looking to get laid.

You, with three books, carrying one around with you in a manuscript,

you're going to be the next Raymond Carver.

Well, that didn't happen.

I mean, that depends on how you look at it.

Well, I didn't become Raymond Carver.

No, you became Joseph Robert Price, New York Times bestseller.

Just took on a life of its own. You don't see that?

It's not what I wanted.

It's not what you wanted.

I don't think you remember what it is that you wanted.

I sold out.

You won?

What the fuck does that mean?

Well, you sell out.

Your books sell.

In airports.

Exactly. Yeah, exactly. People stand in line for your books.

There are book clubs for your books.

I don't care about that. It's not what I wanted.

You have anything that you want.

Buy anything that you want. You travel internationally.

Paris for dinner. No problem.

What do you want?

What do you want?

You want to go back to this shitty...

Cold apartment in Brooklyn.

One bedroom.

Remember that place?

Notes on the cupboard.

Pretending to be Nabokov.

Want that?

You tell me what happy means.

You've lost perspective. That's okay, Bob.

In your position, that's understandable.

Snap out of it.

This is you and me talking.

Let go.

Well, you're right.

I'm glad we agree on that.

Exactly.

That's what I'm doing.

I'm going to stop.

I'm going to start over.

And that's what I'm going to do.

That's an option. You're one.

That's an option.

Here's another option.

It's going to sound crazy.

Stay with me.

Rehab.

Okay? A month away.

You do whatever you want.

We'll say it's alcohol.

We'll say it's drugs.

Prescription medication. No, you know what we'll say. Bart, listen.

Sex addiction.

Your books will fly off the shelves.

Do you understand?

This is what doing it looks like.

Bob.

Seriously.

Wake up.

And he approached Helen of Troy, the face that launched a thousand ships.

Not now, Jackson.

And I, Paris, have come to take you away from that old and vile Menelaus.

Come on. I can't do this right now.

Ah, fair woman.

The most beautiful woman in the world, sent to me by Aphrodite herself.

Jackson!

The show opens tonight. Everything has to be perfect.

And it'll be perfect.

I mean, you thrive on making the possible out of the impossible.

Stop. Just stop, okay?

Look, look. Just look around, right?

It's perfect.

Close your eyes and visualize this place packed. It is perfect.

Okay, whatever.

Okay. I have more information for you.

The obsidian mirror, right? The smoking mirror.

It's a loss, right? I think I can help you, Helen.

Um, Angelo, Luca, hey, you guys are doing a great job. Do you want to take a

little break?

Maybe if you come back in like an hour, maybe you could bring some Thai food.

There's some petty cash at the front.

That'd be awesome. Everybody's kind of hungry and tired. Good work.

Um, Jackson, can you help me get something down from the shelf in the

closet?

Yeah.

So lost.

Tell me.

Yeah, okay, okay. So basically there's absolutely no connection between the La

Brea woman and the Mayans and the Aztecs as we know them, right? I mean...

Their art, their sculptures, whatever in which they flourished in A .D.

I mean, no one knows where they came from.

You know, Cortez obliterated them. You understand?

Like, we think of these as ancient cultures, right? But they were

when Europe was... Right, you already know this. Sorry.

No, I mean, yes and no.

Go on. Okay, all right. So, your Dia de la Muerte's collection.

But that has nothing to do with...

Them. I do know about these civilizations.

Just tell me what you're going to tell me. Okay, so the La Brea woman is about

,000 years old, right? Which maybe makes her one of the early ancestors.

But not the other way around, which is what I think you were thinking.

Okay.

So... So, I think I can help you if you want to try.

Yeah?

Yeah. The Aztecs used it not just for looking into the future, but also for

healing spiritually, emotionally.

Oh, this isn't some of that bony tree bullshit, is it?

Well, yeah, but it's better than that. It's better than that. It's black magic.

Black magic? Yes, black magic. Are you kidding me?

What's wrong with black magic?

No, forget it. I'm out.

Seriously, just listen, all right? We're talking.

Just black magic. It worked for them. Just black magic. Just black magic. Just

listen. Why won't you listen? I am listening, but it's crazy.

Listen, I think Menelaus suffers from soul loss, right?

And if I'm right, maybe you're suffering from soul loss too.

It is kind of an oddly good description.

Okay. All right. So we think it's a good description. So what if we approached

it as healing?

Okay? Just healing.

Yeah.

And then we throw some Jungian stuff in there, some reclamation, figure out the

strong parts of you, who you were. I mean, you know, and then we could, you,

hell out of Troy, the projection of that. Where do you get all this stuff?

These references.

The internet, books. I mean, I've been doing research. I want to help.

But you don't really know, like, what you're talking about, right?

Right? That's, right?

I mean, no, I don't have, no. But yes, no. I mean, I don't have a PhD or

anything, but I do know what I'm talking about. I mean, and I want to help you,

Helen. I just want to help.

Okay, well, just as long as...

As long as we are clear that we, and that means you, know that basically

you're making this all up. Okay?

Yeah, okay.

But... Given that...

He left me and this fucking guy.

Everything we've been through.

Fuck.

Unbelievable.

Un -fucking -believable.

Well, I can't feed him.

And he's nothing without me. No.

Fuck him. Fuck him.

No problem.

Ellen?

Yes?

Can I go out to dinner tomorrow night?

What?

Do you want to go out to dinner tomorrow night with me?

Uh, sure.

Where were you thinking?

I was thinking... the ocean.

The ocean?

Wow, we haven't been there for such a long time.

Yeah, I'd like the ocean.

I would like to give you this.

Bracelet was my...

Grandmother's. My mother sent it to me when she passed away.

She said it was her favorite.

But I know that it meant something to her.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

I put some water on for coffee. Do you want some?

Yeah, that would be lovely.

Okay.

I'll be outside.

Okay, I'll bring it up like old times.

Ellen. Hey.

Yeah. It's me.

Yeah, I know who it is.

Listen, I've been thinking.

Thinking, huh?

You're dangerous.

I think I'm leaving.

Los Angeles, I can't... I can't really take this anymore.

I don't even really like it here.

I think I'm done.

Oh, I understand.

I mean, I do. I really do. It's okay.

I'm going to go back to New York. I can still work for you. We can call, email,

Skype. It's really... Where are you going to live? Brooklyn?

No.

Upstate, maybe.

New Paltz. I don't know. I can't really afford Brooklyn anymore.

Well, that sounds great.

New beginnings.

Well, I would invite

you to the opening, but I don't think there's going to be one, so... We should

celebrate before I go.

Okay, sure.

Bye, Bob.

All right, go away now.

He who loves the beautiful partaking in this madness is called a lover.

For as has been said, every soul of man has by law of nature beheld

realities. Otherwise, it would not have entered into a human being.

But it is not easy for all souls to gain from earthly things a recollection of

those realities.

Either for those who had but a brief view of them at a time earlier,

or for which, after falling to earth, were so unfortunate as to be turned

towards unrighteousness through some evil communication and to have forgotten

the holy sights they once saw.

Few then are left with which retain.

An adequate recollection of them.

But these, when they see, hear any likeness of the things

of that other world, are stricken with amazement and no

longer can control themselves.

But they do not understand their condition.

Because they do not clearly perceive.

So, maybe we should drink a toast.

To Water Lily Jaguar.

Oh, yeah.

That is the name of the book, isn't it?

Yeah.

So, this is it?

Done?

Done.

So, can I read it now?

It's published.

Come on.

That's so silly.

Yeah, it's silly.

Superstition. I mean, the book's already finished. What's it going to affect?

Tales?

You know, I

could have helped you with the art.

I know.

You know, those bullshit paintings I've been doing... I don't think your

paintings are bullshit.

Well, thank you.

But they were kind of...

They were kind of about you.

And the good news is... Julia...

is going to have a show of them.

But she already has a collector who's bought one.

That's what you have to say when you see that image of you through my eyes.

You're lucky.

How am I lucky?

You.

How am I lucky?

Tell me, please.

Because you can get it out.

Maybe you got it out.

I'll never know.

You never share.

No, but how am I actually lucky?

Helen, you're lucky because you have something you want to be.

All I want to be is somewhere else.

Are you finished?

Clear the table. I just needed some dessert.

I love the creme brulee. So will my wife.

Good choice.

I'll be back in a few moments.

I tried my best.

I want you to know that I tried. I really did.

I forgot to ask, would you like coffee or tea?

My wife will have coffee.

Americano, espresso, cappuccino? Espresso.

Be right back.

I don't know.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.