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We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my roommate, Roger.

We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th Street and Avenue B.

It's the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory.

Old rock and roll posters hang on the walls.

They have Roger's picture advertising gigs at CBGB's and the Pyramid Club.

We have an illegal wood -burning stove.

Its exhaust pipes cross up to a skylight.

All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one thick extension cord,

which snakes its way out a window.

Outside, a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next to our building.

Inside, it's freezing because we have no heat.

Smile!

December 24th.

9 p .m. Eastern Standard Time. From here on in, I shoot without a script.

See if anything comes of it. Instead of my old shit. First shot, Roger.

Tuning the Fender guitar he hasn't played in a year.

This won't tune. So we hear.

You're just coming back from a happy year of withdrawal.

You talking to me?

Not at all.

Tell the folks at home what you're doing, Roger.

I'm writing one grade. The phone rings.

Saved. We screen.

Zoom in on the answering machine.

Speak.

That was a very loud beep.

I don't even know if this is working.

Mark, Mark, are you there? Are you screening your calls? It's Mom.

We wanted to call and say we love you and we'll miss you tomorrow.

Cindy and the kids are here sending their love.

Chestnuts roasting.

Collins. I'm downstairs.

Hey. Roger picked up the phone. No, it's me.

Throw down the key.

A wild night is now preordained.

I may be detained.

What does he mean?

What do you mean detained?

Ho, ho, ho.

Penny shit.

Dudes, I'm on my way. Great. Fuck. I need to rent.

Rent? The past year's rent, which I let slide. Let slide? You said we were

golden. When you bought the bill. When we were roommates.

Remember? You lived here? How could I forget?

You, me, Collins.

And Maureen. I was the drama queen. She's performing tonight.

I know.

Still our production manager.

Two days ago, I was bumped.

You still dating her?

Last month, I was dumped.

She's involved.

She's got a new man?

Well, no.

What's his name?

Joanne.

Rent, my amigos, is due. Or I will have to... evict you be there in a few

How do you document real life when real life getting more like fiction each day?

Headline, redline, blow my mind, and now this deadline, eviction or pay?

Rich!

How do you write a song when the court's down wrong? They want sound in right

and rare.

When the notes are dour, where it's a power you want.

to ignite the air.

We're hungry and frozen.

How we gonna pay?

How we gonna pay?

How we gonna pay?

Mask is red.

We light candles.

How do you start a fire when there's nothing to burn and it feels like

something...

Don't scream, Maureen. It's me, Joanne, your substitute production manager. Hey,

hey, hey. Did you eat?

Don't change the subject, Maureen. But darling, you haven't eaten all day. You

won't throw up. You won't throw up. The digital delay didn't blow up exactly.

There may have been one teeny tiny spark.

You're not calling more.

How do you stay on your feet when on every street it's trick or treat? And

tonight it's trick.

Welcome back to town. I should lie down.

Everything's browning.

You sound sad.

I can't believe those two after everything I've done. Ever since our

I'm dirt.

You'll see, I can help them all out in the long run.

The music ignites the night with passionate fire.

Maureen, I'm not a theater person.

The narration crackles and pops with it.

Okay, alright, I'll go!

I'm afraid so.

They get any money?

No. Had none to get.

But they purloined my coat.

Well, you missed a sleeve.

Thanks.

Friends call me Collins, Tom Collins.

Nice treat.

Let's get a band -aid for your knee. I'll change.

There's a life support meeting at 9 .30.

Yes, this body provides a comfortable home for the acquired immune deficiency

syndrome. As does mine.

We'll get along fine.

Get you a coat, have a bite, and make a night. I'm flushed. My friends are

waiting. You're cute when you blush.

The mother Mary.

And I did not take.

No.

Where are you going?

Maureen calls.

You're such a sucker.

I don't suppose you'd like to see her show in the lot tonight? Or come to

dinner?

Zoom in on my empty wallet.

Touche.

Take your AZT.

Close on Roger, his girlfriend April left a note saying we've got AIDS before

slitting her wrists in the bathroom.

I'll check up on you later.

Change your mind. You have to get out of the house.

I'm writing one great song before I...

One song, glory.

One song before I go.

Glory, one song to leave behind.

Find one song, one last refrain.

Glory from the pretty boyfriend man who

wasted opportunity.

One song.

Yeah, the world at his feet.

Glory in the eyes of a young girl.

A young girl.

Find glory beyond the cheap colored light. One song before

the sun sets.

brings true truth like blazing fire an eternal

flame find one song

a song about love glory from the soul

Would you forget?

Gotta light.

I know you. You're shivering.

It's nothing. They turned off my heat.

And I'm just a little weak on my feet. Would you light my candle?

What are you staring at?

Nothing.

Can you make it?

Just haven't eaten much today. At least the room stopped spinning.

Anyway, what?

Nothing. Your smile reminded me of... I always remind people of... Who is she?

She died.

Her name was April.

It's out again.

It blew out again.

No, I think that I dropped my stash. I know I've seen you out and about when I

used to go out.

Your candle's out.

I'm ill and I had it when I walked in the door.

It was pure. Is it on the floor?

The floor? They say that I have the best ass below 14th Street.

Is it true?

What? You're staring again.

Oh, no.

I mean, you do. Have a nice... I mean, you look familiar. Like your dead

girlfriend. Only when you smiled, but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else.

you go to the cat scratch club?

That's where I work. I dance. Help me look.

They used to tie you up. It's a living.

I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs.

be bad.

I used to shiver like that. I have no heat. I used to sweat.

I gotta cold. Uh -huh. I used to be a junkie. But now and then I like to feel

good. Oh, here it is. What's that? It's a candy bar wrapper.

That was my life.

Roger. They call me, they call me Mimi.

artists from the 11th Street lot. Tonight at midnight, the lot between A

Party at Life Cafe to follow.

Well, Joanne, we're off. I tried you at the office and they said you were stage

managing or something.

Remind her that those unwed mothers in Harlem need her legal help, too. Call

Daisy for our itinerary or Alfred at Pound Ridge or Eileen at the State

Department in a pinch. We'll be at the spa for New Year's unless the senator

changes his mind.

The hearing.

Yes, kitten.

Mommy's confirmation hearings begin on the 10th. We'll need you alone by the

6th. Harold!

You hear that? Three weeks away and she's already nervous.

I am not. Oh, Mommy said kitten.

No Doc Martens this time.

And wear a dress. Oh, and kitten, have a merry... And a great...

Enter Tom Collins.

Computer genius, teacher, vagabond anarchist who ran naked through the...

Oh, hi.

Oh, hi. After seven months, this boy could use some soap.

actual reality, which I'll soon impart to the couch potatoes at New York

University. Still haven't left the house?

I was waiting for you, don't you know?

Well, tonight's the night. Come to the Life Cafe after Maureen's show. No,

Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas Eve, whose charity is only

by talent, I believe, our new member of the Alphabet City, Avancard,

Angel Dumont.

you not.

Today for you, tomorrow for me.

Today for you, tomorrow for me. And you should hear her beat. You earned this on

the street.

What's my lucky day today on Avenue A when a lady in a limousine drove my way?

She said, darling, be it here, haven't slept in a year. I need your help to

my neighbor's yappy dog disappear.

Fitch, Akita, Evita, just won't shut up. I believe if you play nonstop, that

puff will breathe. It's very lax, high -strung breath.

I'm certain that curse will rock itself to death.

Today for you, tomorrow for me. Today for you, tomorrow for me. We

agreed on a fee, a thousand dollar guarantee, tax free.

And a bonus if I trim her tree.

Now who could foretell that it would go so well?

But sure as I am here, that dog is now in doggy hell. After an hour, it beats

top in all of her glory. From the window led to death, 23rd story.

We did when they got the blues.

Swung over into the courtyard of the crazy news.

Today for you, tomorrow for me. Today for you, tomorrow for

me.

You go, girl.

Black on the street.

Where I met my sweet, where he was moaning and rolling on the cold

nurse took him home for some mercuricrum. Then I dressed his wounds

back on his feet. Saying, today for you, tomorrow for me. Today for you,

tomorrow for me. I said, today for you, tomorrow for me. Today for

you, tomorrow.

the world.

Hey, you bump, can't you move over? Get your ass off that Range Rover. That

attitude toward the homeless is exactly what Maureen is protesting tonight.

Close -up. Our ex -roommate, Benjamin Coffin III, who married Alison Gray of

Westport Grays, then bought our building and the lot next door from his father

-in -law in hopes of starting a cyber studio.

Maureen is protesting, losing her performance faith, not my attitude.

What happened to Benny? What happened to his heart and the ideals he

once pursued?

Any owner of that lot next door has the right to do with it as he pleases.

Happy birthday, Jeezer. Loren, you're wasting your time.

We're broke.

And you broke your word. This is absurd. There is one way you won't have to pay.

I knew it. Next door of the home of cyber -argysy. And now that the block

resound, our dream can become a reality.

Deal. Evil.

A state -of -the -art digital virtual interactive studio.

I'll forego your rent and on paper guarantee that you can stay here for

If you do me one small favor. What? Convince Maureen to cancel her protest.

Why not just get an injunction or call the cops? I did.

And they're on standby.

But my investors would rather I handle this quietly.

You can't quietly wipe out an entire tent city than watch It's a Wonderful

on TV. You want to produce films? Write songs.

You need somewhere to do it. It's what we used to dream of. Things twice before

you prove it. You'll see.

We have a studio that lets us do our work and get paid.

With condos on the top, who's wet keeps open our shop.

Just stop the protest and you'll have it made.

You'll see.

Or you'll pack.

Dead boy could use some Prozac. Or heavy drugs.

Or group hugs. Which reminds me.

We have a detour to make tonight.

Anyone who wants to can come along.

Life supports a group of people coping with life. We don't have to stay too

long. First, I've got a protest to say.

Roger. I'm not much company, you'll find.

Behave. He'll catch up later. He's just got other things on his mind.

We'll see more.

Like boys.

Boys like me.

We'll see.

And so into the abyss.

The lot where a small stage is partially set up. Line in.

I want to harbor it for this. Close on Mark's nose dive. Line out.

Will he get out of here alive?

Mark. Hi.

I told her not to.

That's Maureen, but can I help since I'm here?

I've hired an engineer.

Great.

So nice to have met you.

Wait.

She's three hours late.

The dimples won't delay, but the cable... There's another way. Say

Anything. Just one, two, three.

Anything but that.

This is weird.

It's weird.

Very weird. Fucking weird.

I'm so mad that I don't know what to do.

Fighting with microphones, breathing down to my bones, and to top it all off,

I'm with you.

Feel like going insane?

Got a fire in your brain, and you're thinking of drinking gasoline.

I know this act.

It's called the Tango Maureen.

The Tango Maureen.

It's a dark, dizzy merry -go -round.

As she keeps you dangling.

You're wrong. Your heart, she is mangling. It's different with me.

And you toss and you turn, cause her cold eyes can burn. Yet you yearn and

churn and...

And called you Pookie.

Never. Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?

This is spooky.

Did you spoon when she walked through the door?

Every time. So be cautious.

Did she moon?

Where'd you learn how to tango?

With a French ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Mr.

Porter's. And you?

With men at Himmelfarb, the rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish

Center.

It's hard to do this backwards.

You should try it in heel.

She cheated!

She cheated! Maureen cheated!

Fucking cheated!

I'm defeated!

Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might. I'd fall for her still

anyhow.

When you're dancing her dance, you don't stand a chance.

A grip of romance makes you fall.

So you think might as well dance a tango to hell.

At least I'll have tangoed at all.

The Tango Maureen.

Gotta dance till your diva is through.

You pretend to believe her.

Cause in the end you can leave her.

But the end it will come. Still you have to play dumb. Till you're glum and you

plumb and turn blue.

Why do we love when she's mean?

And she can be so obscene.

Try the mic.

Mime.

called me pokey forget it

we're patched the tango more

Lisa. Hi. I'm Angel.

Tom. Colin.

I'm Paul.

Let's begin.

There's only a... There's only

a... Sorry.

Excuse me. Oops. And you are?

Oh, I'm not. I'm just here to... I don't have... I'm here with... Mark.

Mark.

I'm Mark.

Well, this is quite an operation.

Sit down, Mark.

We'll continue the affirmation.

Forget, regret, for life is your commit. Excuse me, Paul.

I'm having a problem with this, this credo. My T -cells are low. I regret

news, okay?

All right. But, Gordon, how do you feel today?

What do you mean? How do you feel today?

Okay, is that all?

Best I've felt all year. Then why choose fear?

I'm a New Yorker.

Fear's my life.

But I find some of what you teach is suspect.

Because I'm used to relying on intellect.

I try to open up to what I don't know.

Because reason says I should have died three years ago.

it says time for danger it says i wanna commit a crime

wanna be

on me and my guitar. Little girl, hey, the floor is halfway.

You better go, you know the fire's out anyway.

Take your powder, take your candles.

Your sweet whisper, I just can't handle.

Well, take your hair in the moonlight, your brown eyes.

Goodbye, goodnight.

I should tell you, I should tell you, I should tell you, I should...

It'd be another play. Looking for romance.

Come back another day.

my dignity will some

Who the fuck do you think you are?

I don't need no goddamn help from some bleeding heart cameraman. My life's not

for you to make a name for yourself on. Easy sugar, easy.

He was just trying to.

York City.

Central Universe.

Sing it, girl.

Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse.

I hear ya.

It's a comfort to know when you're singing the hit the road blues that

else you could possibly go after New York would be a pleasure cruise.

Now you're talking.

Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysical puzzle.

And I'm thick of braiding papers, that I know.

And I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muggle.

All this misery pays no salary, so let's open up a restaurant

in Santa Fe.

Honey, Santa Fe would be nice.

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe.

And leave this to the roaches and mice.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh,

oh.

You teach?

I teach computer age philosophy.

But my students would rather watch TV.

America. America.

You're a sensitive at beat.

Rush the thoughts onto the meat. You can make the menu sparkle with rhyme.

You could drum a gentle drum, and I could speak gifts if they come.

Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine.

Let's open up a restaurant and sense a...

Now I pray.

Alone at last.

He'll be back, I guarantee.

I've been hearing the violins all night.

Anything to do with me?

Are we a thing?

Darling, we're everything.

Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet. But sweet kisses I've got to

spare.

I'll be there and I'll cover you.

I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent

it. I believe.

My new leaf.

She don't knock a lot, would you say?

We're okay.

Honey, hold on.

Steve, honey, hold on.

Dinner party. That'll do.

Hey, level boy. Cutie pie.

You steal my client. You die.

You didn't miss.

of the abyss walked a cow, Elsie.

I asked if she had anything to drink. She said, I'm forbidden

to produce milk.

principles. He abandoned them to live as a lapdog to a wealthy daughter of the

revolution.

One, two, three, that's bull.

Benny said.

Ever since the cat took up the fiddle, that cow's been, ooh, jumpy.

The dish and the spoon were evicted from the table and eloped. She's had trouble

with her milk and the moon.

ever tasted.

No, please, no, not tonight, please, no, Mr. Can't -You -Go, not tonight, can't

have a theme. What? Go, please, go, you. Hello, sir, I said no, important

customer. What am I, just a blur? With it all night, you never buy. That's a

lie, that's a lie, I had a tea the other day. You couldn't pay.

Oh, yeah.

Benjamin Coffin III here.

Oh, no.

Wine and beer.

The enemy of Avenue A.

And Mr. Gray.

Oy vey.

What brings the mogul in his own mind to the Life Cafe?

I would like to propose a toast to Maureen's noble try.

It went well. Go to hell.

Was the yuppie scum stomped? Not counting the homeless. How many tickets

caught? Why did Muffy... Allison.

Mr. Show. There was a death in the family, if you must know.

Who died?

Our Akita.

Akita!

Me, me. I'm surprised a bright and charming girl like you hangs out

with these slackers who don't adhere to heels.

They make fun, yet I'm the one attempting to do some good.

For do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your soup every

night?

Bohemia, Bohemia, a policy in your...

Bohemia is dead.

Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our

goodbyes. Here she

lies.

No one knew her worth. The late, great daughter.

On this night when we celebrate the birth.

In that little town of Bethlehem,

we raise our glass. You bet.

To communicate. To going against the grain.

Going insane. Going mad.

To loving tension.

No pension.

To more than one dimension.

To starving for attention.

Hating convention.

Hating pretension. Not to mention, of course, hating dear old my man.

To choice.

So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu

dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls.

Ew.

It tastes the same.

If you close your eyes. And 13 orders of fries.

masturbation. True passion, true passion.

Bible chant backwards through her vocoder while accompanying herself on

electric cello, which she has never studied.

Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us.

There's nothing to know. And don't you think that we should discuss?

It was three months ago.

He doesn't act like he's with you.

We're taking it slow. Where is he now?

He's right.

Uh -huh. Where'd he go?

And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song.

doesn't remind us of Musetta's waltz.

Angel de Montsenard will model the latest fall fashion from Paris while

accompanying herself on the 10 -gallon plastic pickle tub.

And Collins recounts his exploits as anarchist, including the tale of his

successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment through self

-destruct.

I should tell you I'm disaster.

I forget how to begin it. Let's make part go

faster. I have yet to be in it. I should tell

you. I should tell you.

I should tell you. I should tell you.

my skin.

525 ,600 minutes.

525 ,000 moments so dear.

525 ,600 minutes.

How do you measure, measure a year? In daylight,

in sunset, in midnight, in coffee,

in inches.

525 ,500 minutes. How do you measure

a year?

breaking back into the building party. How long till next year?

Three and a half minutes.

I'm giving up my biceps.

Is this clear?

You're supposed to be working. That's for midnight.

Where are they? There isn't much time. Maybe they're dressing.

I mean, what does one wear that's apropos for a party that's also a crime?

Pips, anyone?

You can take the girl out of Hicksville, but you can't take the Hicksville out

of the girl.

My riot got you on TV. I deserve a royalty.

Be nice, you two, or no got off of champagne.

Don't mind if I do.

No luck? Bullshit plywood.

All dead end.

Down, girl.

Heel. Ah, stay.

I did a bit of research with my friends at Legal Aid.

Technically, you're squatters. There's hope. But just in case.

Bro, we can point the line. To the fire escape.

And tie off that. That bit.

I can't take them. It's chum.

Start hoisting. Went.

I think I should be laughing.

If I should hide or make a wide -open grin.

Last week I wanted just to disappear. My life was dust, but now it just may be a

happy new year.

A happy new year.

Bob, James Bob.

And a pussy galore in person. I was a Boy Scout once and a brownie till some

brat got scared.

bad champagne do.

That's taken, not searched.

But be the fool to say the word.

Human is left to execute our plan.

Where's everyone else? Playing Spider -Man. Ironic close -up tight. On the

machine's red light. Once the boho boys are gone, the power mysteriously comes

on.

footage made the nightly news even your father says mazel tov honey call him

love mom mark owen alexi darling from

bug line oh that show's so sleazy your footage of the riots a one feature

segment network deal time i'm sending you a contract kerching kerching

marky give us a call 9 -7 -0 -4 -3 -0 -1.

Or at home, try 8 -6 -3 -6 -7 -5 -4. Or myself, 1 -8 -9 -1 -9 -5 -5 -5 -0 -0 -9

-0. Or you can email me at darlingalexienews .com. Or you can page

It's a shame you went and destroyed the door. Why, all of a sudden, the big

about -face. The credit is yours.

You made a good case. What case? You made a good thing and she had much to

That's not how you put it at all yesterday.

I couldn't stop thinking about the whole mess.

Mark, you'd want to get this on film. I guess.

I regret the unlucky circumstances of the past seven days.

Circumstance? You padlocked our door.

And it's with great pleasure on behalf of CyberArts. But I have you this key.

I'll clap.

I had no juice in my battery. A receipt.

Oh, I see. This is a photo opportunity.

The benevolent God ushers the poor artist back to their flat.

Were you planning on taking down the barbed wire from the lot, too? Anything

that. Clearing the lot was a safety concern. We break round this month, but

can return.

That's why you're here with people you hate. Instead of with Murphy and Murphy

to stay.

I honestly rather be with you tonight than in Westport. We're so short to

right? Maybe it's the way you're so seductive.

I was on my way to work.

Because I kicked him and I told him I wasn't his whore. I'm not

her boyfriend. I don't care what she does.

People! This is a new way to start a new year.

Have compassion.

But he just lost his cat. My dog, but I appreciate that.

My cat had a fall and I went through hell. Like losing her house, you know

she fell.

Champagne? I don't mind if I do. Ta -da!

Let's make a resolution.

I'll drink to that.

Let's always be friends.

Though we may have all the views.

Family trees got deep roots.

Friendship is thicker.

Valentine's Day.

Head across the empty lot.

Roger's down at Mimi's, where he's been for almost two months now. Although he

keeps talking about selling his guitar and heading out of town, still jealous

Benny.

God knows where Collins and Angel are. Could be that new shantytown near the

river or a suite at the plaza.

Maureen and Joanne are rehearsing. I said once more from the top, I said no!

That is if they're speaking this week.

Me? I'm here.

Nowhere.

The line is, CyberArch and its corporate sponsor, Grey Communications, wish to

mitigate the Christmas Eve riot.

What is so difficult about that? It just doesn't roll off my tongue.

I like my version.

You dressed as a groundhog to protest the groundbreaking?

It's a metaphor.

It's less than brilliant.

That's it, Miss Ivy League.

What? Ever since New Year's, I haven't said boo.

I let you direct. I didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed you out. I

didn't stay and dance at the clit club that night because you wanted to go

You were flirting with a woman in rubber.

That's what this is about.

There will always be women in rubber flirting with me. Give me a break.

Every single day, I walk down the street.

I hear people say, baby, it's so sweet. Ever since puberty.

margins and

How do you figure a last year over?

No, you went for a walk. Had to help your mother.

How's Benny?

Babe. I'm working upstairs tonight. Wait.

I should tell you. I should.

Never mind.

Happy spring.

Without you, the ground soars,

the rain falls, the grass

grows.

Without you, the seeds

root, the flowers bloom, the

children...

without

We still need directors. You still need money. You know you need money. Pick up

the phone.

Don't be afraid of kerching, kerching.

Marky, sell us your soul.

Angel was one of my closest friends.

It's right that it's Halloween because it was her favorite holiday.

I knew we'd hit it off the moment we met. That skinhead was bothering her and

she said she was more of a man than he'd ever be and more of a woman than he'd

ever get.

And then there was a time he walked up to this group of tourists and they were

petrified. Because, A, they were obviously lost.

And B had probably never spoken to a drag queen before in their lives.

And he,

she, just offered to escort them out of Alphabet City.

And then she let them take a picture with her.

And then she said she'd help them find the circle line.

So much more original than any of us.

You'd find an old tablecloth on the street and make a dress.

And next year, sure enough, they'd be mass -producing them at the Gap.

You always said how lucky you were that we were all friends.

But it was us, baby, who were the lucky ones.

I'll be your shelter.

Just pay me back with

one thousand kisses.

Cover you Open

your door I'll be your tenant

Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet

But sweet kisses I

meant it when they said you can't buy love now I know you can rent it

a new lease

Is Alexi there?

No need to bother her. Just let her know I'm running a little late for my

appointment. I'm at my... Yes, I'll still be there.

Yes, I signed the contract.

Thanks.

How did we get here?

How the hell? Ten left.

Close on the steeple of the church.

How did I get here? How the hell?

Christmas. Christmas Eve last year.

How could a night so frozen be so scalding hot?

How can a morning this mild be so raw?

Why are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memory when single

frames from one magic night forever flicker in close -up on the 3D

IMAX of my mind?

That's poetic.

That's pathetic.

Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door and Collins choose that... phone booth back

where angels set up his drums?

Why did Maureen's equipment break down?

Why am I the witness?

And when I capture it on film, will it mean that it's the end and I'm alone?

It's true you sold your guitar.

Now for Santa Fe, it's true you're with this yuppie scum. You said you'd never

speak to him again.

Not now.

Who said that you have any say in who she said things to at all? Yeah. Who

that you should stick your nose in other people? Who said I was talking to you?

We used to have this fight each night. Calm down.

must die angel help us believe in love I can't believe

you disagree

No, baby, you said ow. What is it? You bit my tongue.

No, I didn't. Yes, you did. It's bleeding.

No, it isn't. I think I should know. Let me see. She doesn't believe me. I was

just trying.

Thomas B. Collins,

coming.

I hear there are great restaurants out west.

Some of the best. How could she?

How could you let her go?

You just don't know.

How could we lose Angel?

Maybe you'll see why when you stop escaping your pain.

At least now, if you try, Angel's death won't be in vain.

His death is in vain.

Are you insane?

There's so much to care about. There's me, there's Mimi.

Mimi's got her baggage too.

So do you.

Who are you to tell me what I know? And what to do? A friend. But who, Mark, are

you?

Mark has got his work.

They say Mark lives for his work. And Mark's in love with his work.

Mark hides in his work.

From what? From facing your failure, facing your loneliness,

facing the fact you live a lie.

Yes, you live a lie.

Tell you why.

You're always preaching not to be numb when that's how you thrive. You pretend

to create and observe when you really detach from feeling alive. Perhaps it's

because...

to survive.

Oh, poor baby!

Mimi still loves Roger.

Is Roger really jealous or afraid that Mimi's weak?

Mimi did look pale.

Mimi's gotten thin.

Mimi's running out of time.

Roger's running out the door. No more!

Oh, no.

I gotta go.

For someone who's always been let down? Who's heading out of town?

For someone who longs for a community of his own? Who's with his camera alone?

I'll call.

I hate to fall.

Have you heard?

Everyone.

you don't want baggage without lifetime guarantee you don't want to

watch me die i just came to say goodbye love

goodbye love came to say goodbye love goodbye

just came to say goodbye

Watch me understand.

I'm scared.

I need to go away. I know a place. A clinic.

A rehab. Maybe.

Could you? I'll pay.

Having to rest in peace.

Off the premises, queer.

That's no way to send a boy to meet his maker. They had to know we couldn't pay

the undertaker.

Don't you worry about him. Hey, I'll take care of it.

Must be nice to have money. No shit.

I think it only fair to tell you you just paid for the funeral of the person

killed your dog.

I know. I always hated that dog.

Let's pay him off and then get drunk.

I can't. I have a meeting.

Let's go.

Hi. Mark Cohen here for BuzzLine. Back to you, Alexi.

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Oh, my God.

What am I doing?

Don't breathe too deep.

Don't think all day.

Eastern Standard Time. I can't believe a year went by so fast.

Time to see what we have time to see.

Turn the projector on.

First shot Roger with the Fender guitar. He just got out of hock when he saw the

car that took him away and back.

Found my song.

Found his song. If he could just find Mimi. I tried.

You know I tried.

Fading on more.

Who's still in the dark. But he's got great footage. Which he's cut together

screen tonight.

In honor of Benny's wife.

Muffy. Allison.

Pulling Benny out of the East Village location.

Then again, maybe we won't screen it tonight.

I wonder how Allison found out about Mimi.

Maybe a little bird told her. Or an angel.

I had a little hunch.

You could use a little flow.

Tutoring again.

Negative. Back at NYU?

No, no, no. I rewired the ATM at the Food Emporium to provide an honorarium

to anyone with the code. The code.

Well, A -N -G -E -L.

Yet Robin Hooding.

Isn't the solution.

The powers that be must be undermined where they dwell.

In a small, exclusive, gourmet institution.

Where we overcharge the wealthy clientele.

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe. With a private corner banquet

in the back.

Over here? Oh, God.

God, I know you.

You're shivering.

She's been living on the street.

We need some heat. I'm shivering. We can buy some wood and something to eat.

I'm afraid she needs more than heat.

Yes, oh God.

Find the candle.

I should tell you, I should tell you. I should tell you, I should tell

you. I should tell you, Benny, what?

Anything. I know.

I should tell you why I left.

It wasn't because I didn't... I know.

I should tell you. I should tell you. I should tell you. I

love you.

Who do you think you are?

Leaving me alone.

Hold on.

There's something you should hear.

It isn't much, but it took all year.

You're right.

As we said our goodbye.

Can't get them out of my mind And I find I

can't hide From your eyes

The ones that took me by surprise

The night you came

I jumped over the moon.

A leap of moon.

She's back.

I was in a tunnel, headed for this warm white light.

Oh, my God.

And I swear, Angel was there.

And she looked good.

And she said, turn around, girlfriend, and listen to that boy's song.

She's drenched.

Her fever's breaking.

525 ,600 minutes.

525 ,000 moments so dear.

525 ,600 minutes.

How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylight, in sunset, in midnight, in trauma, probably in

shift.

How do you measure a year in the life?