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HANG OUT WITH YOU, THEN I'VE GOTTA DO

ALL KINDS OF SH*T. I'VE GOTTA EARN YOUR

F***ING FAVORS, LUCIEN. I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT. LOOK, I DON'T-- STOP, DAVE! Dave:

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU! LUCIEN, LUCIEN. LUCIEN, LOVE ME. LOVE ME. [KEYS CLACKING]

[ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES] LUCIEN! OH, GOD. WHAT HAPPENED? I KILLED DAVE. WHAT? WHAT? I STABBED HIM. WE WENT TO THE PARK

TO TALK, AND I... WANTED TO GET HIM

TO STOP OBSESSING. AND HE KISSED ME,

AND HE WOULDN'T STOP. THEN HE TRIED TO F*** ME,

AND HE WOULDN'T STOP. EVEN AFTER

I STABBED HIM,

HE WOULDN'T STOP. I ROLLED HIS BODY

INTO THE-- INTO

THE HUDSON. THEN I SUNK HIM. I SUNK DAVE. I GUESS I SHOULD'VE

STAYED HERE. THEY'LL PROBABLY GIVE ME

THE CHAIR FOR THIS, HUH? DON'T BE ABSURD. THEY DON'T FRY

FRESHMAN LITERATURE STUDENTS. YOU NEED TO CALL

YOUR MOTHER AND ASK HER

FOR SOME MONEY AND GET A LAWYER

AND TURN YOURSELF IN. GOD DAMN IT, LUCIEN. I SAVED

HIS CIGARETTES. YOU WAN THE LAST ONE? OH, BILL. I THOUGHT THIS

WAS GOING TO END BADLY. [PIANO PLAYS

MELANCHOLIC PIECE] [GRUNTING] [FLUSHES] [WHISTLE TOOTS] [TOOT] [TOOT] ONE FOR THE ROAD. [CLICK] BULL'S-EYE. WHERE IS THE BROOD? THE BROOD IS OUT PLAYING

WITH THE NEIGHBORHOOD

URCHINS. SO, DO THEY HAVE RUINS

DOWN IN GUATEMALA? IT'S ALL RUINS. OR IT ALL WILL BE,

GIVEN ENOUGH TIME. AH. JUS LIKE PEOPLE. YES. BUT PEOPLE

DECAY MORE PROMPTLY

THAN MAYAN TEMPLES. I TOLD LEE

THAT I WOULD MEET HIM

DOWN AT THE STATION. AND WHA DOES YOUR YOUNG MAN

MAKE OF THE MAYANS? WELL, I HAVE YET TO INQUIRE

ABOUT HIS PREFERENCE

IN LOST CIVILIZATIONS. AH, BU HE MUST LIKE RUINS. [CHUCKLES] YES. HE LIKES ME

TOLERABLY ENOUGH. WE HAVE REACHED

AN ACCOMMODATION. WELL,

THAT MUST BE NICE WHEN SEX

CAN BE SO TOLERABLY

ACCOMMODATED. YOU HAVE A NICE

VACATION, DEAR. YOU, TOO. BUT I'M NOT GOING

ANYWHERE. REMEMBER? A VACATION FROM ME. STAYING BEHIND

IS NOT A VACATION. ENVY AND RESENTMENT,

JOANIE, IS ONLY POSSIBLE BECAUSE YOU CANNOT SEE

YOUR OWN SPACE-TIME

LOCATION. WILLIAM, I SEE

MY SPACE-TIME LOCATION, AND I AM ANGRY ABOU BEING LEFT BEHIND. I THOUGHT YOU SAID

LUCIEN AND ALLEN WERE

DRIVING DOWN TO VISIT. WELL, IF YOU

REALLY THOUGHT SO, YOU'D STAY TO SEE

YOUR OLDEST FRIENDS,

WOULDN'T YOU? WELL. VERY TEMPTING...

BUT... BUT OTHER ACTIVITIES

ARE MORE TEMPTING. GOOD-BYE, DEAR. [STREET MUSIC

PLAYS DISTANTLY] WELL. GOOD-BYE,

LITTLE BEASTS. [PIANO PLAYS

MELANCHOLIC PIECE] [ORCHESTRA COMES IN] [CHICKEN CLUCKING] DID YOU SEE

THE FLOCK OF VULTURES? NOPE. A FLOCK OF VULTURES. A BROOD OF VULTURES. A BROOD

OF BROODING VULTURES. ONE MUST BE

VERY CAREFUL TO CALL A PREDATOR

BY ITS PROPER PLURAL,

DON'T YOU THINK, LEE? WHO CARES? YEAH. [BIRD SQUAWKS] JOAN!

GUYS! HI! HI! HOW ARE YOU? AHHH...

OH, GOD! IT'S SO GREA TO SEE YOU. OH, I HAVEN' SEEN YOU IN SO LONG,

YOU GUYS. AND, YOU--

I HAVEN'T SEEN, UH,

YOU SINCE... SINCE, UH...PRISON. PRISON.

RIGHT. WHERE'S BILL? BILL'S IN, UH, GUATEMALA

WITH HIS BOYFRIEND. GUATEMALA? YEAH. IT'S RIDICULOUS, HUH?

SO WE MISSED:

WILLY? HE JUST, UH,

HE JUST SPLIT? WELL, CONSIDER

YOURSELVES LUCKY. BILL'S BEEN ACTING

LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL

IN LOVE. WHAT A FAGGY DRAG. WE ONLY HAVE 3,

4 DAYS TOPS, BEFORE WE HAVE

TO GET BACK:

TO THE CITY. WHY ARE YOU

LEAVING SO SOON? AH. I HAVE TO GET BACK

TO WORK ON MONDAY... AS THE NEWLY APPOINTED

JUNIOR EDITOR OF THE UNITED PRESS

INTERNATIONAL. A FOREIGN CORRESPONDENT. THAT'S RIGHT.

A CORRESPONDEN IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY. HOW UTTERLY DASHING.

THANK YOU. SO, LUCIEN, ARE YOU

COMPLETELY REHABILITATED? Allen: JOAN,

I WROTE BILL:

WE WERE COMING. I DON'T UNDERSTAND

HOW HE COULD JUST SPLIT. YOU KNOW WHAT?

FORGET ABOUT BILL, 'CAUSE WE ARE

GONNA HAVE KICKS. HEY, JULIE. JULIE, THIS

IS LUCIEN. HEY, KIDDO.

HOW ABOU A KISS? I COLLEC KISSES FROM SWEE LITTLE GIRLS. THANK YOU

VERY MUCH. HI THERE.

I'M ALLEN.

I MET YOU BOTH WHEN YOU WERE, UH,

VERY, VERY LITTLE. IT WAS

BACK IN TEXAS.

HUH? MMM. [ALLEN AND JOAN CHUCKLE] DO YOU LIKE

MY DRESS? OH...WHAT A VERY,

VERY, VERY PRETTY

GREEN DRESS. IT'S PINK! IT IS PINK!

WHAT A PRETTY:

PINK DRESS. HOW PRETTY? TOO, TOO PRETTY.

YOU AND YOUR PINK DRESS

ARE JUST TOO, TOO PRETTY. JUST LIKE

YOUR MOM. SHE'S GONNA GIVE YOU

SOME COMPETITION, JOAN.

[GIGGLES] YEAH. I'M OU OF THE RUNNING. [SIGHS HEAVILY] HUH. SO, UH...HOW ARE YOU? HOW AM I? I LIVE

IN A MEXICAN SLUM. MY HUSBAND HAS RUN OFF

WITH ANOTHER MAN. AND I'VE BEEN TOO BUSY

WITH MY CHILDREN TO GO DOWN TO THE FARMACIA

AND REFILL MY DEXEDRINA. LET ME INTRODUCE YOU

TO A FRIEND. BENNY, JOAN. JOAN, BENNY. BENNY! OHH! GOD. THANK YOU. I WOULD LIKE

TO PROPOSE A TOAST... ABSOLUTELY.

TO... MY... 2 FAVORITE BOYFRIENDS. SALUD. AH. WELL, THIS

IS GONNA BE KICKS.

WHAT SHOULD WE DO? I HAVE A FRIEND WITH

A BAR DOWN THE STREET. WE COULD GO

FOR FREE DRINKS. PERFECT.

YEAH? I HAVE TO GE A BABY-SITTER, THOUGH. WELL...I'LL--I'LL--

I'LL WATCH THE KIDS. I'D LIKE

TO STAY AND WASH OFF

SOME OF THIS ROAD GRIME. YEAH? IT'S MY PLEASURE. NOT TOO MUCH

PLEASURE, AL. EASY

ON THE PEDERASTY. YEAH, YEAH.

NOT TO WORRY, LU. I LACK YOUR GENIUS

FOR THE PERVERSE. DRUGS

ARE REALLY CHEAP. BILL CAN GE HIS MORFINA

OVER THE COUNTER. HE CAN

CARRY HIS GUNS:

ANYWHERE HE WANTS, AND, UH,

HE CAN SHOOT THEM

IN THE HOUSE. THAT'S WHAT WILLY LIKES.

WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ABOUT ME? WHAT DO YOU LIKE? HEH. I HAVE NO THOUGHT ABOUT THA FOR A WHILE. [MUSIC AND SINGING] I LOVE MY KIDS. AND I LOVE... THE OLD MAN. THAT'S THE PROPER SIDE

OF YOUR LIFE. I WANT TO HEAR ABOU THE IMPROPER SIDE. I LIKE TO HIT THE LUSH. IT'S A LOVE-HATE

THING-- LIKING THINGS

THAT ARE EVIL. BUT YOU KNOW

ALL ABOUT THAT. HOW'S THAT? DAVE. DO YOU THINK

ABOUT HIM? IT? DO YOU MEAN

DO I FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT? HE TRIED TO F*** ME.

AND HE F***ED ME. 2 YEARS IN ELMIRA. WELL, DAVE'S REALLY

F***ED. HE'S DEAD. I PAID FOR IT. 2 YEARS? COULD'VE BEEN

A LOT WORSE. IT'S MORE THAN THAT. WHAT? I LOST YOU. OH, I THINK IT'S TIME

TO PUT A SAD SONG

ON THE JUKEBOX. TELL ME ABOU YOUR GIRLFRIEND. THERE'S NOTHIN' TO TELL.

SHE'S JUST A GIRL. WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME

ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIENDS? I DON'T HAVE

ANY BOYFRIENDS. WILLY HAS A BOYFRIEND. YES, HE DOES. BUT I AM

DISGUSTINGLY LOYAL. Man: JOAN. EXCUSE ME. YOU FEEL LIKE GOING

UPSTAIRS TO MY APARTMEN FOR A QUIET DRINK? YOU CAN BRING

YOUR FRIEND. BILL HAS HIS

MEN FRIENDS. I DON'T SEE

WHY YOU SHOULDN' HAVE YOURS. I THINK THAT'S

BETWEEN BILL:

AND HIS MEN. REMEMBER THIS ONE? HUG ME SLUG ME SAY YOU'LL NEVER-- WHAT, F*** ME? [LAUGHS] F*** ME

F*** ME AS CUPID

F*** ME Both:
STRINGS HIS BOW Both: USE ME ABUSE ME SAY YOU'LL

NEVER CHOOSE ME FIRE AN ARROW

AT MY HEART AND SAY

IT'S TIME TO GO [STRUMS GUITAR] [CHUCKLES] WHAT THE HELL

KIND OF A SONG IS THAT? THAT IS A LOVE SONG. LUCIEN CAN WRITE

A SONG ABOUT ANYTHING. OH, REALLY? WELL, THEN WHY DON'T YOU SING US

A VOLCANO SONG? A VOLCANO SONG.

YEAH. YEAH. AT...PARICUTIN, HALFWAY TO GUADALAJARA. A REAL FIRE AND BRIMSTONE, HOT LAVA VOLCANO.

IS THAT IT? YEAH. "WHEN IT ERUPTED BACK IN '47,

IT WIPED OUT A WHOLE TOWN." SAYS HERE

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