Blue Seduction Page #4

J' And now you don't care J'

J' Even if there's hell to pay J'

J' I'm gonna lead you... J'

J' In... J'

Um...

you know the sound that, um...

- migrating geese...

- Oh, come on, Mike!

It's a piece of crap!

Sing it yourself.

What? All right. Come on,

I can't work with this.

You're starting to act like the same

jerk you were 15 years ago

without the excuses.

Hey, Mike.

Sorry. I tried.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just what I said.

There was no one else available.

What the hell's going on here?

I wanted another singer.

He said he couldn't find one.

He said they were all busy.

- He's lying.

- I know.

He loves her.

And I thought you were happy with her

performance last week anyway.

- Yeah, well, I was.

- Then what's the problem?

I don't get it.

You're not supposed

to get it, Stanley.

You're just supposed to

sit there and act employed

so the next time some

up-and-coming young hopeful

wanders in our doors, we don't look

like a bunch of washed-up has-beens

trying to recreate pop history

in a converted

dentist's office.

- What the hell's wrong with him?

- He's loaded, Dicky.

- Look, I'm...

- Oh.

- I thought you were Stanley.

- Give me a break.

What? You're screwing Stanley too?

Come on.

I want a career

in the music business.

A girl's got to do

what a girl's got to do.

Look...

Matty, you got to understand

how hard this is for me, okay?

L... I've been sober

for 15 years.

I haven't had a hit record in 20.

You turn up,

suddenly I'm writing

miraculously.

But they're not my songs,

they're your songs, okay?

And you're screwing

my brains out like

they haven't been in

God knows how long.

And it's doing my head in, all right?

You're driving me insane here.

You know what? You're right.

You don't deserve to

be treated like this.

We're through.

And I'm okay with that.

- You can go now.

- Wait.

Now...

Well, are you going?

Come on, you act

like a puppy dog.

Stop licking your wounds

and get your butt in here

for one last night-cap

before you turn in.

Whatever you say.

I don't drink.

Matty, I'm so sorry about today.

Stanley, I believe you know

your friend Mike.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Maybe you should

go home though tonight.

Mike and I have some

catching up to do.

Go on.

I'll be all right.

Stanley. You and Stanley.

I'm not buying it.

He's buying it.

Go home, Mike.

Go home and try not to think of me

while you're screwing your wife.

Go home.

Or screw me, Mike.

Those are your only choices.

I could kill you.

Do it.

"Thanks, my love,

for a wonderful night.

You sure know how to party.

Here's the new song

I wrote for us.

It's called 'Living on the Edge.

I love you...

Mike.

Matty-"

Oh, God.

Oh, that's disgusting.

Honey?

Honey, I'm home.

Baby?

Joyce?

"Good morning.

Hope the session went well.

I'm going to be late tonight.

Crazy dill...

So you'll have to make

your own breakfast."

Really?

Powders be gone.

Powders...

be gone.

Dicky.

I'm freezing.

You look like something

the dog found in the garbage.

That's easy for you to say.

- I'm worried about you.

- Yeah?

Well, I'm fine.

Matter of fact,

I've got another song for you.

Man, that was quick.

Well, Matty's working me...

for me... with me.

- Matty?

- Yeah.

Oh. I'm finally

starting to get it.

Mike, as much as

I need these songs,

it's not worth you backsliding

into your old ways again.

I can handle it, all right?

Look, Matty's a terrific singer,

but otherwise, she's just

a diversion. You know that.

I think I've got it under control.

So, thanks.

You are a married man

going around sniffing up the skirt

of a 20-something-year-old,

while Joyce,

the one who stuck with you

through all the girls,

booze and rehab...

- she plays the unsuspecting wife.

- Yeah.

You're playing with

dynamite here, Mike.

Without Joyce,

you'd have been dead years ago.

Yeah.

- Then you gotta let it go.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Matty can't be yours.

She just can't be.

- Okay.

- So snap out of it.

Fine fine,

but you're gonna have to leave now.

- We gotta finish this project.

- You've got work to do.

Mike, I have had it

with you, buddy!

Mikey?

- Hmm?

Oh, Joyce.

- Hi, baby.

- Hey.

Hey.

Oh, no, you know...

- Oh, baby, not now.

- Come on.

- Let's see...

- Sorry, honey.

- I can't.

- Oh.

I didn't know, baby.

Why am I not enough for you, huh?

I can't do this.

Oh, yes, you can.

- Can't you love this body?

- I...

- I can, sure.

- Touch me.

- L... oh, boobies.

- Touch me.

Mikey?

Oh.

I feel sorry for you, Mikey.

I really do.

Joyce?

Joyce?

Hello?

Hey, Joyce.

No, I have not been drinking.

Because I know

whether I've been drinking.

What... look, I'm working, babe.

Okay?

So...

All right, now there's some...

honey, there's somebody at the door.

I gotta go.

I'll call you in a bit, all right?

All right?

Have a nice day. Bye.

- Oh, hi.

- Aren't you gonna invite me in?

Um, I would, but I just think it's

a mistake right now... here.

- Please? I brought you something.

- Exact...

Honey, that coke...

I can't do that stuff any more.

L... I went and recorded it

with Dicky and Stanley.

They're... they're great.

You're really gonna like it.

They're our songs...

the ones that we wrote together.

Please? I think you're just...

you're gonna love listening to them.

So the other crazy

thing about Puccini...

is that he's like this...

like a mathematician.

Like, he could break

your heart in three notes.

- Who's the old lady?

- So... I already...

She... that's my, uh, wife.

I like her face.

She has kind eyes.

Yeah, she does. And she...

she is kind. She looks...

What does she do?

- Uh, real estate.

- Oh.

That's cool... real estate.

But does she understand you?

I mean, she's not an artist.

She's totally artistic,

I mean, in her own way.

But she's, like, completely supportive.

She's one of our biggest fans...

biggest fan in a sense.

Uh, I wouldn't technically call

her a groupie,

but she would come to all the gigs

and she'd be backstage.

It's been... I mean,

thank God we actually met,

'cause, you know, she totally

saved my life from this stuff.

Yeah.

Do you want to listen to the song?

I mean, I was clinically dead, you

know, for, like, two minutes.

And she pulled some

"Baywatch" CPR...

- Can we listen to our song now?

- They're your songs, okay?

Come on, really.

Come on, no.

Matty!

At least leave the CD.

Matty?

You coming back?

Honey, you okay?

I mean, when are you coming back?

Listen, I've got some bad news.

Mom's had a stroke.

She's here at the hospital.

- I've got to stay with her.

- Wait a minute. No, wait.

You're kidding me.

Honey, that's terrible.

Um, you want me to come over?

No. No, you better not.

They only let one person in

the room with her anyway.

All right, call me if you

need anything, all right?

I'll be right there.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Whoa.

Hey, this is Matty.

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