Behind the Candelabra Page #7

- Where my mother died?

- 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.

He was going to adopt me.

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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