(ALARM RINGING)
(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)
(BLINDS RATTLING)
(TRAIN APPROACHING)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(MAN GRUNTING)
(WOMAN MOANING)
(PANTING)
(BLINDS RATTLING)
(BEEPS)
SISSY ON MACHINE: Hey, it's me.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
Pick up.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Hi. Hi.
Come in.
Drink?
No, thank you.
Perfect.
This way.
Slowly.
(BLINDS RATTLING)
(BEEPS)
SISSY ON MACHINE: Hey, it's me.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
Pick up.
Brandon?
(SING-SONG) Brandon?
(WHISPERING) Brandon, where are you?
(URINATING)
Brandon? Brandon?
(SIGHING) Brandon?
Ugh!
(FLUSHING)
This is me calling you.
(SIGHS) Fuck!
(MACHINE BEEPS)
(GRUNTING)
(TRAIN STOPS)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
DAVID: "I find you disgusting.
"I find you inconsolable. I find you invasive."
This is what the cynics used to say.
Companies would refuse to look into the future.
They would say, "Can we stop this virus?"
As if it was a negative progression.
But it's growing.
More and more, with a momentum that is unstoppable.
Now some kid snorts the entire load of his mother's spice cupboard.
Post that on YouTube.
They would watch as it becomes the buzz word
amongst high school students everywhere.
Eventually, the cynicism is turning into awe.
(KNOCKING)
Do you know what's going on with my computer?
They took it.
Yeah, I know. Someone could have told me.
Some kind of virus.
Cool.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Thank you.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTTLES RATTLING)
(UNCAPS BOTTLE)
(POWERS ON)
(WOMAN MOANING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(MOANING CONTINUES)
(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
SISSY ON MACHINE: Okay, me again.
I'm dying. I have cancer. I have one week to live.
The very worst kind of cancer.
Of the vulva...
(SCOFFS)
(WOMAN MOANING)
Hey. Hey.
(INDISTINCT)
(SCOFFS)
You're such a dick.
STEVEN: What are you doing, man?
(DAVID WHISTLING)
All right, gentlemen. If you just please make yourselves at home.
Thank you. Thank you.
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
DAVID: It falls upon me as your beloved boss to propose a toast.
To success.
(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
I just hope my wife appreciates it.
(LAUGHING)
Get a new tie, please.
(ALL LAUGH)
Jesus Christ.
Oh, my goodness.
I love women in suits. I love women in suits.
We could talk business, I would rearrange my life.
Wow, she's beautiful. Gray suit?
I'm gonna go talk to her. Count me down. You should go talk to her.
Yeah, you should.
Five, four, three, two, one.
Boom.
Have fun.
Twenty bucks says he fucks it up.
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
RACHEL: Incoming.
Hi, excuse me. Listen, I don't want to beat around the bush.
I think you're absolutely gorgeous. My name's David.
Hi, David. Elizabeth. Nice to meet you.
Elizabeth. That's a beautiful name.
Hi, I'm David. I don't mean to be rude. Loren.
Hi, how are you? David. Nice to meet you.
Rachel.
Listen, can I buy you a drink? Can I buy you all drinks?
Sure. Why not? I would love that.
That would be my pleasure. What are you guys drinking?
Well, we were thinking shots. You were thinking shots?
We just did shots of tequila. Would you guys like a shot of tequila?
Bring it on. Love it.
Excuse me. Bartender? Can we get four shots of your finest tequila?
Thank you very much.
I can see you're very successful.
I think part of the secret to my success is attention to detail.
Detail?
Play the game.
What game?
Okay. Blue or green?
I like games. I like this game.
Blue. Green. Green, it's green.
That's brown. Wow, wow!
I don't know how you change the color of your eyes like that.
How do you do that so quickly? That's amazing. That's a real talent.
Detail man. Hey, buddy.
This guy, right here, fucking nailed it today.
I want you to know you fucking nailed it. You're the man.
Your pitch, amazing. Listen, we're playing a game here.
Close your eyes again. Blue or green?
Brown. Fuck off.
All right. You, Loren, close your eyes.
Blue. Blue.
You're just making that up. See? He's good.
He's just picking colors randomly.
You can have his shot.
Excuse me. We need another shot, please.
(DAVID LAUGHS)
You can put these on me.
No, I told you, I had it.
No, I have it.
I'll get the next round. Sure.
You're a strong, independent woman. I like that.
Thank you. Cheers. To nailing it...
To nailing it. To nailing it.
...and to success.
Yes.
(RAPTURE PLAYING)
Mmm!
I love that.
Oh, fuck.
Whoa!
So what do you girls do for fun?
Fun? Karate.
(MIMICS NINJA SOUNDS)
You hear this song? I love this song, I wrote this song,
I would love it if you would dance with me
to this song that I wrote for you.
Come on. Let's go on the dance floor. One song.
Yeah, come on. You're a fun girl. It'll be fun.
I'll bring her back. Swear to God. Come on, come on, it's fun.
(DAVID LAUGHING)
Toe to toe Dancing very close
Spinning, spinning, spinning...
Whoo!
I'm grabbing her purse 'cause she's gonna get robbed and roofied.
Dance? No.
Are you sure? Okay. I'm sure.
Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in
Rapture
DAVID: Okay, okay, okay! Hold on.
I just gotta talk to you one more time.
Listen, your eyes, they're beautiful.
You know why I didn't get it right the first time?
Because it's like a collage. Let me see them again.
Look at those eyes. I know the color of your eyes!
David! Come on!
DAVID: Come on, we love that game.
That's so much fun.
It's okay, 'cause I'm going this way.
Hey, man, he's going uptown.
(PEOPLE WHOOPING)
Come on.
Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow.
ELIZABETH: Hey. Want a ride?
Sure.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY)
(MUSIC PLAYS LOUDER)
I want your love I want your love
I want...
I'll fucking kill you!
(SCREAMS)
What the fuck?
Ow! Fuck!
Jesus Christ, Sissy!
Fuck! Brandon, don't you fucking knock?
What the fuck? Why would I knock? I live here!
Oh, fuck!
How'd you get in?
You gave me fucking keys.
(PANTING)
Fuck.
(GROANS)
You fucking scared me.
Don't I always say call me first if you're coming into town?
Oh, my God! I called you so many times.
You have a fucking baseball bat?
Yeah. (LAUGHING)
Hmm.
What is this shit you put in your hair? Honestly, it's awful.
Shampoo.
Is it for grooming dogs?
I want your love I want your love
Good to see you.
I want your love I want your love
Lock the door next time. Yeah.
Don't use all the towels.
I won't.
I want your love I want your love
(MUSIC STOPS)
(WOMAN MOANING ON COMPUTER)
SISSY: But I want you.
I don't want anyone else. There is no one else.
I love you. I'll do anything.
(MOANING CONTINUES)
Please don't say that.
I love you. I love you.
I'll do anything. I'll do anything.
I don't have to go out! I don't have to go out!
I don't even fucking want to go out!
I can stay with you. I don't care. I don't care.
I don't need anybody else. I love you.
(SOBBING) I love you. I love you so much. I love you, please.
I love you. I love you.
Please.
I feel sick. I feel really sick.
(HUMMING)
(MAN TALKING ON RADIO)
Morning. Morning.
SISSY: Nice earring. Hot date?
Juice?
Mmm!
Will you use a glass?
Sorry.
(SIGHS)
You're going gray.
Do you think I look fat?
Sit down. (GASPS)
Fuck you!
I'm doing a couple gigs.
Yeah. Sure.
Can I stay?
You want toast?
Just for a few days?
I'd stay with Mark, but he's being a fucking asshole.
BRANDON: Mark? Please.
(BRANDON SIGHS)
Jesus, Sissy.
What do you expect?
Pretty please?
Look, you get the sofa and you get your ass off it
before I leave every morning.
I will. I promise. I will. (KISSES)
Okay. Okay. Okay.
We leave in 15.
Okay!
Mmm! So good!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SIGHS)
Stop fucking around.
Leave it. You have fluff.
I like it there.
(GIGGLING)
How are you for money? I'm good.
'Cause if you need some money... Honestly,
I even make money now and everything.
Yeah, sure.
Huge amounts.
What, you collect it in that hat?
(LAUGHING)
You should come and hear me.
Yeah, I will.
"Yeah, I will"?
Like, "Yeah, I will," like last time?
Please come.
Where'd you get this, anyway?
It's vintage.
Yeah, I can see that.
(LAUGHS)
Wow.
Do you like?
Yeah.
Please come.
Okay, I will.
(STAMPING FEET EXCITEDLY)
Yay.
Sorry.
Fuck, my computer.
STEVEN: Well, well, well.
BRANDON: Morning, asshole.
Look who's decided to grace us with his presence.
Yeah.
Don't tell me. No cabs.
No, your wife wouldn't let me leave this morning.
Hey. That's not cool.
(LAUGHS)
You should be so lucky.
Any calls?
Yes. Like, 50.
(PAPER RUSTLING)
Hey! Heads up, buddy. Whoa!
So, how'd it go last night?
Got home, went to bed. Good night.
Uh-huh. Right, right.
Let's do it again tonight. Some place classier, though.
Yeah, my sister's playing downtown somewhere.
She's playing?
She's a musician. Well, she's a singer.
Okay. Yeah, yeah. You know what? That sounds like a lot of fun.
And that will ruin your enamel.
DAVID: That elevator music's like a bad acid trip.
WOMAN: Good evening.
Evening.
Reservation. Sullivan?
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Great. I have you on the list. I'll have you follow me?
Thank you.
There you are.
Right this way, please.
DAVID: Wow, look at that ass. I could follow that forever.
Nice pick. (SNIGGERS)
(DAVID WHISTLES)
Oh!
I forget how beautiful the city is.
Thank you.
Hi, guys. How are you both doing tonight? What can I get you?
Your accent. Are you... You're from...
Brazil.
Rio? Hmm?
São Paulo. Oh!
That is a beautiful city. That's...
(LAUGHS) You've been there?
Once or twice.
Can we get two dry martinis with olives?
Mmm-hmm.
And a little bit later, why don't you come by for a drink with us?
I'll make sure I get those drinks.
Thank you. Thanks.
She would be so offended if I didn't try.
Unbelievable.
(PIANO PLAYING)
(DAVID CLEARS THROAT)
(SINGING) Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I wanna be a part of it
New York
I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it
Anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York
I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Head of the list
Cream of the crop
At the top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it
Anywhere
It's up to you
New York
(APPLAUSE)
Wow. Wow! Bravo!
(LAUGHS)
She's good! She's good!
DAVID: Hi. SISSY: Hi.
I'm David. Sissy.
It is a pleasure to meet you. Nice to meet...
I think you are absolutely fantastic
and you look great in the dress, too.
Please, sit down.
Thank you.
What did you think?
Yeah, it was interesting.
(LAUGHING) What do you mean?
No, it was...
It was good. It was good.
It was good?
He was crying. He was crying.
There were tears coming down his face.
I saw it. You made a grown man cry.
Really? Mmm-hmm.
I'm gonna get some drinks.
That's a great idea. Why don't you get a round for the table, buddy?
Okay. I'm really sorry about that.
He's had a rough day at work. I think he's a little bit emotional right now.
Yeah. Yeah.
So you guys grew up in Jersey?
Yeah.
You still live there? God, no.
That's good. That's good. Where do you live now?
Kind of all over the place.
Yeah?
What's the last city you've been to?
L.A.
Los Angeles? Mmm-hmm.
Oh, boy. You like it there?
I mean, I'm going back.
That must mean you love it then, huh?
No! I can't even fucking drive.
Wait a minute. You can't drive? It's a nightmare.
Nope. Why not?
I tried when I was a kid and I was horrible.
Wait, how old were you when you quit driving?
Sixteen. You were 16 years old?
Mmm-hmm.
So, wait a minute. How do you get along in Los Angeles?
I take the bus.
No. No, no, no.
Look, a girl like you cannot be taking the bus.
What happened to your arm here?
Oh!
When I was a kid, I was bored.
You must have been really bored.
I was.
All right, we've got a problem.
Your sister cannot be taking the bus anywhere, okay?
I know a guy who owns a car rental company.
We're gonna get you a car, we're gonna drive around in circles
in a parking lot and you are going to learn how to drive.
Not stick, automatic. It's a little easier.
I would love that.
You'd love that. That's good. You know what? Better yet,
we're gonna get you a golf cart
and you will drive the golf cart around.
Wow. Now we're talking. Everybody should drive golf carts.
A golf cart right up Fifth Avenue, huh?
(LAUGHS)
You know, they should. They should.
It would be a lot cleaner and greener.
It would be great for the city. Brandon, what do you think?
Sounds great. Yeah?
I love your brother. What an amazing man.
How long are you here for? I don't know.
You don't know?
Can I see you again? Please? Is that too forward? I find you fascinating.
I really do. I think you're a fascinating creature.
I'd love to see you again. Listen, why don't we...
This is a celebration, let's get champagne.
Yes! Champagne! Champagne for everybody.
The whole table! Come on.
Champagne.
I've got it, I've got it. Get out, get out, get out.
Come here, come here, come here.
(SQUEALS) No!
Come on, come on with me.
Get off. Get off. How did that work?
Get off me.
Come on, come on.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(SISSY LAUGHING)
DAVID: Champagne on your dress, that's...
SISSY: Well, I'm hot, I'm hot.
You are hot.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
You are?
(SISSY LAUGHING)
(SIGHS)
(SLAMS)
SISSY: No! You're crushing me.
(DAVID LAUGHING)
I need to take this off. I'm hot.
I need to take it off. I'm hot.
Nice sheets.
Aren't they nice sheets? Bed Bath & Beyond.
(DAVID HUMMING)
SISSY: Stop.
What if I kiss you right here?
How about here?
(SISSY MOANING)
Yeah?
SISSY: Shit.
Mmm-hmm.
(SISSY MOANING)
SISSY: What?
(LAUGHING) Stop talking!
(SISSY LAUGHING)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(PANTING)
I have to be up and out by 7:00.
It's cold.
Sissy, get out of my room.
Get the fuck out! Get out!
Hey, slacker. Your computer's back.
Dave's looking for you.
DAVID: Yeah. It was really great last night.
BOY ON COMPUTER: Daddy, Daddy.
Listen, I gotta go, okay? Thanks for calling.
Hey, buddy. Listen, we said an hour French,
and then Isobel's gonna pick you up
because Mommy's picking up Nathan.
All right? You can go after.
Yeah, I know, but Mommy says I can't.
Okay. Well, let's go talk to Mommy. Hmm?
(GROANS)
She's all the way downstairs.
Well, go downstairs and tell her
that Daddy said it's okay for you to go to Jason's.
(GROANS)
Huh? Come on. How about that? Do it.
You can do it. Get up. Okay.
Yeah.
Mommy? Mommy?
(LAUGHING)
What's up, man?
Steven said you wanted to see me.
Yes.
Dude, 9:00 this morning, where were you?
Dentist. Root canal. Oh, shit.
Now, what did I tell you about that? Who did you see?
Gary Sher, King's practice, West 57th Street.
Good. Good. You're stinging the company health plan, I hope, right?
Sure. That's what it's there for, man.
All right, brother.
Listen, one more thing.
Your hard drive is filthy, all right? We got your computer back.
I mean, it is dirty.
I'm talking like hoes, sluts, anal, double anal,
penetration, interracial facial, man.
Cream pie... I don't even know what that is.
You think it was your intern?
On my hard drive?
Yeah, someone's fucking with your account, man.
And we're blowing our wad in cash, you know?
It takes a really, really sick fuck to spend all day on that shit.
Daddy, Daddy.
Yeah. Hey, buddy. What'd she say?
She said I can go to Jason's for a half hour,
but I have to be home by 5:00 for dinner.
Okay. That's great. See? Best of both worlds.
You got everything you want. You happy?
Yup. Yup.
Yeah. You better be. Get out of here.
Okay. All right, see you.
Hey. You like your sugar?
I do.
(EXHALES)
(LAUGHTER)
(WOMAN SHOUTING)
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Hey.
Hello. Hello.
Did you find it okay?
Yes, I'm glad you made it.
Yeah?
I'm late. Sorry.
MARIANNE: You look handsome.
You look amazing. Hi.
Thank you. How are you doing tonight?
Thank you. Okay.
I have a few specials on the menu, if you'd like to hear them?
Sure.
The soup of the day is tomato with basil oil and parmesan crostini.
The special is marinated swordfish,
tabouleh and Moroccan charmoula.
It's really good.
We're also serving a DeBragga and Spitler
New York Strip with a side order of fries,
and the salad is snow pea and radish with a cider vinaigrette.
Can I start you off with a sparkling water?
(CLEARS THROAT) Tap water's fine. Okay.
And the wine menu is right next to... Yup, there you go.
You want some wine? Sure.
White? Red?
Red. Maybe...
Pinot Noir is light,
if you like it, like, light.
Great.
Okay. I'll be back.
So... (LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLING) Where do you live?
Brooklyn.
Nice.
Born and raised. Where you from?
I was born in Ireland and we moved here when I was a teen.
Did you get back much? Thank you.
A couple times.
A big family? You miss them?
Uh...
I have a sister.
I have two.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Older? Younger?
Older and younger.
I'm right in the middle.
What?
Just wondering.
(LAUGHING)
Are you nervous?
Why would I be nervous?
You look a little nervous.
Do I?
No.
Well, what's a date?
It's no big deal.
It took me an hour to figure out what to wear.
You chose wisely.
Yeah.
I'm sorry, but I forgot to say the crab comes in the shell.
Great.
Oh! Yeah. I haven't even looked at this.
I'll have the lamb.
The lamb.
I'll have the lamb, too. That sounds great.
Okay. No appetizer? (GIGGLING)
I'm fine. No.
Okay. And how would you like the lamb?
Medium.
We recommend it pretty pink.
Okay. Yeah?
Okay. Pink it is.
Thank you. Excuse me.
So you seeing anyone at the moment?
No, I'm not. Are you seeing anyone?
No.
No? Really?
Why is that?
I don't know. It's just the way it is.
Yeah, I...
Actually, I'm separated.
Tragedy.
Yeah. Kind of a recent thing.
Okay.
You were married for long?
No.
Did we decide on the wine?
Well, yeah. Was it the Pinot Noir, you said?
Yeah, great. Great choice. Okay.
I wasn't married long. Gave it a shot. It didn't really work out.
No.
Wow. What?
You just seem, like...
What?
Averse to the whole idea.
Well, yeah.
I just don't understand why people would want to get married.
Especially nowadays, I mean, it's... You know?
I don't see the point.
In relationships?
It doesn't seem realistic.
Are you serious? I mean...
Yeah. I am, really.
Well, then, you know, why are we here,
if we don't matter to one another?
Well...
Why are you here?
The food is supposed to be great here. (CHUCKLES)
No, no, no. I'm not saying it like that.
I mean... I just mean... You know?
One person for the rest of your life? I mean, it's...
I mean, you come to restaurants,
you see couples sitting together,
and they don't even speak to one another,
they don't have anything to say.
They probably don't have to speak because they're connected.
Or they're just bored with one another.
Every...
Here we go.
What's your longest relationship?
Um...
Exactly.
That's... You can pour.
Sure.
Four months.
You have to commit. You have to actually give it a shot.
(LAUGHING) I did. For four months.
(INAUDIBLE)
Thank you.
Look, touch that.
Your head?
(BARKS) (SQUEALS)
No, no, no.
(LAUGHING) You're such a weirdo.
No, seriously, seriously, seriously. Touch it.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
Do you feel that?
Yeah, what is it?
It's a remnant. A remnant?
Yeah, from the Neanderthals.
There's only a few of us left since the Homo sapiens took over.
Okay.
Hmm.
That would explain the forehead.
What's that supposed to mean?
"What's that supposed to mean?"
What do you mean?
(GIGGLING)
Seriously, how did you get it? What is it?
I used to play this game with my cousin...
Mmm-hmm.
...where I'd sit on his feet and he'd fly me through the air.
I hit my head off the ceiling and I blacked out.
I was knocked out for five or 10 minutes.
I peed my pants.
Oh!
If you had a choice to live in the past or the future,
and you could be anything you wanted to be,
what would you be?
What would you be?
Well, I always wanted to be a musician in the '60s.
That's cool. A musician?
Yeah.
'60s is tough, though.
I saw Gimme Shelter recently, you know,
the Rolling Stones documentary?
Yeah.
It kind of seemed like hell.
What?
Yeah, the '60s would be, like, the last place I would want to be.
No way!
Yes.
Ugh! Chaos!
So where and what would you wanna be?
Um...
You know, here, now.
That's boring.
Fuck you.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Okay. Well, this is me.
This is you?
This is me.
Thank you very much, Brandon.
Thank you very much, Marianne.
We should do this again.
Right.
(CHUCKLES)
So is that a yes?
Maybe, yeah.
(RECORD PLAYER WHIRRING)
(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
BRANDON: Hello? Sissy?
(SWITCHES OFF)
(GLASS CLINKING)
(WATER RUNNING)
(GRUNTING)
Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
(EXHALES)
Fuck!
What, are you fucking spying on me?
(LAUGHS) Lock the fucking door, Brandon.
Are you fucking spying?
(MIMICKING) "Are you fucking spying?"
(LAUGHS) Fuck! Brandon... What do you want?
You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
You want some of this?
What do you want from me?
Brandon!
What do you want? Get off me!
Why did you come here? Why?
Get off me! Get off me!
Why? Why? Get off me!
(SCREAMS) You're fucking hurting me.
Talk to me! Fucking bitch!
Get the fuck off, you fucking weirdo.
Fucking slut! Fuck you! Fuck you!
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Brandon?
(WATER RUNNING)
Brandon, I'm sorry.
(SWITCHES ON LAPTOP)
WOMAN: Hey, where's Brandon?
Are you Brandon's girlfriend?
Do you wanna play?
You wanna play with my tits?
I know Brandon would really like it,
and I know exactly what Brandon likes.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(INDISTINCT)
(LAUGHING)
Come on.
Where are you taking me?
Come on. You'll see.
No, where are we going?
Come on.
(SNIFFING)
(TOILET FLUSHES)
You want a drink?
What are you looking at?
This view is amazing.
Hey.
(CHUCKLING)
(MARIANNE MOANS)
(BRANDON LAUGHS)
Are they vintage?
A little bit.
(LAUGHING)
I love it.
Oh, yeah.
Brandon?
You know, it's cool. It's okay.
Should I go?
Sure.
I can walk you down.
That's okay.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(PANTING)
BRANDON: Can I get you a drink?
No.
(CLATTERS)
Fuck.
Need a hand?
No. The hook's odd.
There you go.
(CARTOON MUSIC ON TV)
SISSY: (SING-SONG) David?
(DOOR OPENS)
Pick up.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I take it you're at your pottery class.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Have you eaten?
No.
Are you hungry?
No.
Can you just give me a hug?
He's not gonna screw you again.
You left him a message, didn't you?
You can't help yourself.
It's disgusting.
Why are you so fucking angry?
Why am I so fucking angry?
That's my boss.
You sleep with him after 20 minutes. Now you're calling him up.
What's the matter with you?
You know he's got a family, right?
You know he's got a family?
No.
You didn't see the wedding ring on his finger?
No.
You're a liar.
I'm sorry.
You're always sorry. That's all you ever fucking say.
Well, at least I say I'm sorry.
Try doing something.
Actions count, not words.
I'm sorry.
I fucked up.
I'm not perfect. I make mistakes, but I'm trying.
Some people fuck up all the time.
Look, just forget it.
This isn't working out. Obviously.
You need to find somewhere else to live.
I don't have anywhere else to go.
This isn't about him.
I make you angry all the time and I don't know why.
No. You trap me.
You force me into a corner and you trap me.
"I've got nowhere else to go."
I mean, what sort of fucking shit is that?
You're my brother.
So what? I'm responsible for you?
Yes.
No, I'm not. Yes, you fucking are.
No, I didn't give birth to you.
I didn't bring you into this world.
You're my brother, I'm your sister. We're family.
We're meant to look after each other.
You're not looking after me.
I'm looking after myself.
I'm trying. I'm trying to help you.
How are you helping me, huh? How are you helping me?
Huh? Look at me. How are you helping me?
You come in here and you're a weight on me.
Do you understand me? You're a burden.
You're just fucking dragging me down.
How are you helping me?
You can't even clean up after yourself.
Stop playing the victim.
I'm not playing the fucking victim.
If I left, I would never hear from you again.
Don't you think that's sad?
You're my brother.
Why is it always so dramatic with you?
Everything is always the end of the world.
It's not fucking dramatic. I'm trying to talk to you.
I don't wanna talk.
Try not talking. Try just listening or thinking for a change.
Yeah, 'cause that's working great for you. You're completely fine.
I've got my own fucking apartment.
Oh, whoopee-fucking shit.
You have your own apartment, that's amazing.
You have a job and an apartment. I should be in awe of you.
Well, at least I'm responsible for it.
At least I don't depend on people all the time.
You're a dependency. You're a parasite.
You don't have anybody.
You have me and your fucking pervert boss.
You slept with that fucking pervert boss. What does that make you?
Don't talk to me about sex life, Brandon. Not from you.
Whatever.
I'm going out.
Great. And then you'll come back
and we'll just have the same fucking conversation again.
No, you'll move out.
And then I'll never hear from you again?
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
Hey.
BRANDON: You wanna get out of here?
I could take you somewhere.
What, are you with someone?
Does he go down on you?
I do.
That's what I like to do.
(GASPS)
BRANDON: I like the way it feels.
I like the way it's just me and it.
I wanna taste you.
I wanna slip my tongue inside you,
just as you come.
You want me to make you come?
I can do that. Want me to do that?
What's up, babe?
I was just getting some drinks.
Yeah, huh?
(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(LAUGHING)
Whoa.
Not tonight, buddy.
I said not tonight.
(MUSIC FADES)
I was just telling your pretty girlfriend here,
I'd like to fuck her in that tight pussy of hers.
I mean, bone her real hard.
Till she's clawing up my back.
CARLY: He's kidding.
This guy's funny.
After I fuck her hard up the ass,
I'll put my balls in her mouth while I come in her face.
You won't let me fuck you in the ass?
CARLY: Christ.
You get to fuck her in the ass?
You know.
Tell me more, man, 'cause I'm fucking loving this.
Smell it. (SNIFFS) Yo!
CARLY: Jesus, come on. You motherfucker.
Hey, Romeo.
(GROANS)
(HAWKS AND SPITS)
(CLUB MUSIC)
(MEN TALKING)
(MUSIC POUNDING)
(MEN GRUNTING)
(BRANDON GRUNTING)
(SISSY BREATHING ON VOICEMAIL)
Brandon, it's Sissy.
I really need to talk to you.
Please, will you pick up the fucking phone?
Brandon, I need you.
We're not bad people.
We just come from a bad place.
Thanks for letting me stay.
(SOMBER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(SIREN WAILING)
MAN ON SPEAKER: Ladies and gentlemen,
at this time, due to a police investigation,
we have to discharge this train.
Please follow the conductor to the rear of the train.
MALE CONDUCTOR: Watch your step between cars.
Watch your step.
Follow me, please. Follow me.
Watch your step. This way. This way. Quickly.
FEMALE CONDUCTOR: This way. Nothing to see. Move on.
MALE CONDUCTOR: Right this way, please.
(PHONE RINGING)
(ON VOICEMAIL) This is Sissy. Leave a message. Don't if you're an asshole.
(RINGING)
This is Sissy. Leave a...
Shit!
(RINGING)
(INSTRUMENTAL PIANO MUSIC)
(PANTING)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(GRUNTS)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INAUDIBLE)
Shithead.
(CHUCKLES)
(SOBBING)
God!
(CRYING)
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