Behind the Candelabra Page #7
- Are you insane?
- Oh, so you do go somewhere.
Where, huh?
Where, Lee?!
You're being
paranoid, Scott,
because of that sh*t.
Now, I am warning you...
this better stop.
So who's doing the
arrangements for the medley?
I'll find out. Probably
Bill or his assistant.
I bet that Vangelis kid
wins, you know?
I'm hearing him
all over the radio.
I'm going to L.A.
for the afternoon.
I'll be back in time
for the show.
I just want to make sure I
have enough rehearsal time.
And now he's going to use me,
use me up
and toss me out,
I know he is,
I know he is.
This one's rigged.
- I love him, you know?
- That one's not rigged.
I love him.
I mean...
he's been my whole world.
He's my,
he's my best friend.
He's been better,
better than a father.
You know that?
Really? You can adopt
someone you're f***ing?
That's a great law.
He said he always wanted
to make sure
- that I was taken care of.
- Right.
Look, you're practically
married, right?
Nobody ever took care of me
the way he did.
I have nothing
without him.
I don't even have
my own f***ing face!
My f***ing face
is f***ing gone
for-f***ing-ever, man!!
Hey, hey, hey.
Tranquilo, okay?
Calm down.
Look at me. You're
practically married, right?
So, he should
take care of you
in the style to which
you are accustomed.
That's a law, too.
I'm in the will,
but...
a lot of good
that does me now.
Being with him's like
a full-time job, correct?
- 25 hours a day.
- Yeah. So three words:
Sev-er-ance,
all right?
People who get fired
get compensated.
He's my whole world.
There you are,
you cocksucking
tenor f***.
There's a call
for you.
Joe Carracappa.
- Joe!
- Hey, Scott.
Hey, I'm sorry,
I have to run.
I have to make
an entrance.
Rose... passed away
this morning, Scott.
What?
- She's been sick.
- For how long?
A while.
She never said
anything to me.
You know
how she is.
Was.
Can you come home, Scott?
It'd be good to see you.
We're having
services.
Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
I am so excited.
The Academy Awards
has been a dream of mine.
That and Radio City
Music Hall.
One down, one to go.
My mom wants "On Golden
Pond" to win everything.
Yes, wouldn't
that be sweet
for the old folks
to win?
And I'm so glad that Jane Fonda
stopped all those causes of hers
and made a nice movie
with her father.
I just don't understand
people like her and Ed Asner,
shouting their opinions
all over the place.
Listen to me, because
you're all on your way.
When one reaches
star status,
it is not an invitation
to show everyone
how to change
the world.
It is not our business
to change the world.
We are here to
entertain the world...
and to sell drinks and souvenirs.
These kids better go
get ready for the next show
if they're going to
entertain anybody.
Will you watch us tonight?
We put a new song in
just for you.
Of course I will! Especially if
you put in a new song for me.
Go on now.
I'm going to get
my beauty nap.
- Lee.
- Please, do not start an argument.
I have to eat, and take
my nap before the next show.
I have no time.
I got a call today...
from Joe Carracappa.
The family that I lived
with when I met you.
And Rose...
my--
Joe's wife.
She died.
Oh, Scott,
I...
I'm so sorry,
Scott.
She was your favorite,
wasn't she?
There is a funeral
tomorrow... in Los Angeles.
I will be booking
a ticket in the morning.
- No, no, no, no.
- I don't know what time I'm going to get back.
I'll call Seymour
in the morning, okay?
And I'll hire a Learjet
and you can take that.
And this way
it'll be more private
and you won't have to worry
about reservations.
You come back any time
that you're ready tomorrow.
Come on, now.
It's just been so long since
we've been nice to each other...
and I was forgetting
what it felt like.
Well, let's just keep being
nice to each other, hmm?
How about that?
Hi, Gladys.
- Hey.
- Hey, kid.
I didn't know
you were visiting.
Lee invited me for the day.
I heard about Rose.
- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Where's Lee?
He has his final fitting
for the Oscars.
Come out by the pool
when you've settled in.
Hey, Bob?
- What's going on?
- What?
It just
feels weird.
Is there something
I don't know about?
Well...
yeah.
Yeah.
Last night... you know,
the kid that he... Right?
Cary, I think his...
We should move you to the Palm
Springs house this afternoon.
Let's wait
in the den.
- I'm not calling him.
- So don't.
I mean,
he's in the wrong.
He should call me
and apologize to me.
He fooled around
on you.
I mean, who's the injured
party here, guy?
I'm not calling him.
So if his phone
doesn't ring,
it's probably you.
It's the only way
men learn.
Tell me.
- I am not calling him.
- So don't.
You scumbag,
piece of sh*t...
fairy, f***ing queen
cocksucker!
- That's what I'm talking about!
- How dare you!
- F***ing A!
- How f***ing dare you, Lee! I could kill you!
- I could f***ing kill you!
- Yeah, put that in your pipe and smoke it, baby.
He hung up.
Whoo!
Oh.
Mr. Schnelker.
This is Scott Thorson's
brother, Wayne.
Half-brother.
He's here
to help us.
Now as I said
on the phone,
Lee wants you to inform
Mr. Scott Thorson
his employment
has been terminated
and he must vacate
the apartment immediately.
Also, if possible,
we'd like you to convince
Scott to admit himself
to a hospital
for treatment,
at our expense.
Dorothy, June.
Mr. Heller.
He's on the couch.
Stay by the elevator.
Wayne?
Scott?
Scott?
Scott?
This is Tracy.
A private investigator.
He's come
to ask you to leave.
Get out of my house!
Get out of my house!
- I only came to help.
- I'm going to f***ing get you out.
- He's going to get a gun!
- Has he got a gun?
- He has two.
- Don't let him get the guns.
Let's go, brother.
Stay back!
Stay back,
don't you come in here!
I'm calling the police!
I'm calling the police!
- Back off!
- Fine.
I wish you would
call the police.
Scott, if you would take
advantage of our assistance,
I'd be happy to call a
doctor and we can help you.
Just f***ing
shut up!
- Do you want me to help you?
- Shut up!
Back off!
I will f***ing hit you!
Hello, hello?
Hello.
Yes,
I want the, uh...
- I want the...
- Scott.
- Who the f*** is this?
- Scott.
F***ing don't!
I will call the f***ing Mafia,
and they will come here
and bring you to the desert
and f***ing bury you!
Stay back!
Scott!
Scott!
I want to talk to Lee!
I want to talk to Lee.
That's not
going to happen, Scott.
You know what?
Fine.
If this is how he wants to
handle this kind of situation...
then I want to leave.
But I am taking all of my
personal belongings with me.
All of them, Seymour,
or I will f***ing sue you!
Listen.
You have my word.
If you vacate
the apartment now,
you can come back
during the Academy Awards...
and I'll have all your belongings
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