Boulevard Page #5

You know, it's the bank,

and that's what I'm here to do, some banking.

I'm not giving you a goddamn cent, do you understand that?

Get the f*** off!

Don't touch him! Don't touch him!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Motherf***er!

Get the f*** off of him! F***!

- Are you kidding me right now? - Let's go.

F*** you! Are you kidding me right now?

I'm gonna knock your ass out.

I'm gonna knock your ass out, motherf***er.

He's the one who started it! He assaulted me!

He was just trying to help, okay?

Lovers' quarrel!

You two b*tches try to put it on me!

- No, he's the one. - Motherf***er.

- No, no, no. - You f*ggot.

He's the one, he attacked. He was just... he was helping.

He's all right. He's okay.

I'll be seeing you soon, princess! No doubt about it.

I'll be seeing you real soon with your retard strength and all!

This ain't over! I promise!

Nobody goes anywhere.

Come on, people, please, party's over.

You all right, Mr. Mack?

I'm fine, Walt. I'm okay. Thanks.

Okay. Let's go back inside.

Come on, party's over.

Back inside.

Winston.

It's all over.

This is Leo.

Hey.

I figured you might be hungry.

Thank you.

Maybe I should open a diner. You can come work for me.

The way things are going at the bank, it's not the worst idea.

Ever think about going back to school, you know?

Do you have any plans besides...

I wasn't really good at school.

Well, maybe you'll be good at it this time.

You know, things change.

I don't have the money for it anyway.

Well, maybe I could help you.

Why?

I don't know. Because I'd like to.

If you finish that, would you like another one?

Sure.

Great.

So you sent for big brother.

Why don't I remind myself to pack a gun

when I visit my neighbor?

That baby's gonna need a name. Yours.

Well, come on, pull the trigger.

First you shoot me, then you gotta shoot Huey

because he saw you...

Hey.

You got tired of the TV?

Yeah.

Come here.

Give me your hand.

It's okay. Please?

Come here.

Give me your hand.

It's okay.

Oh, no, no, no, please.

No, no, please.

It's okay. Just this.

Just this. Okay?

Look, what is it you want?

'Cause I don't like this.

I know.

I'll pay you.

No, please, I just...

I... I don't like this, okay?

We're here for sex. That's what we're here for.

That's what I'm here for.

I don't understand.

You'll have sex with me, but you won't let me hold you?

That's how it goes.

Doesn't make sense.

It's just how... it's how it goes, okay?

No, no.

Please, please, please, no, no. No, no, no.

I'm sorry. Look, you know what?

- I'm just gonna go. - No, no, no, wait, wait.

Wait, I'll pay you. Okay, how much?

- No, it isn't that, I just need to go. - No, no, wait, please.

It's okay.

- What are you doing? - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't wanna hurt you.

It just can't be nothing, you know?

It can't.

Because you're here for a reason.

You came here for a reason.

You're in my goddamn life for a reason.

- No! - No?! You...

you gave me that videotape. You told me about your mother.

About leaving?

That can't be nothing, Leo.

Look at me. Please just look at me.

It can't be nothing.

It can be. All right? It can be.

'Cause it's nothing.

'Cause it means nothing.

Nolan?

Nolan, are you here?

Nolan?

Nolan, are you here?

Oh, f***.

- Nolan? - Hey.

Hey, you're back.

Yeah, the front door was unlocked.

Oh, I didn't know.

Hey, I didn't hear you. You're early.

Is there a reason why the front door's open?

No, I must have left it.

I gotta go to the bathroom. I've been in the car for two hours.

Of course.

You know, I watched the DVD, you know, of the... of the cruise?

We should watch it together.

Sure. I'll be right out.

- All set for tomorrow night? - Mm.

Did my secretary get you Blydon's address, all the details?

- Yes, she did. - Good.

Blydon doesn't do this for everyone, Nolan.

I know, and I'm very grateful.

- Are you? - Excuse me?

Listen, I don't know what went on in that parking lot or what's up.

All I do know is I stuck out my neck for you

in a big goddamn way.

Don't make me look like an a**hole.

And don't you f*** this up.

Of course.

Okay, then.

What?

- A single Windsor? - Yeah.

A little short on time here.

- You just hold still. - Mm-hmm.

I remember you did this on our wedding day.

- You remember that? - Yeah.

I was so nervous, I couldn't even move my hands.

- Okay? - Yep.

- That looks good. - Thanks.

All right, you got your coat?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Okay.

- You look wonderful. - So do you. Mm.

We should get going, you know?

You know how traffic is gonna be.

- I'm ready. - Okay.

Oh, come on.

Hello?

What?

- When? - What's wrong?

Okay. Where?

Okay, I know where that is. I'll be right there.

What is it, Nolan? Is it your father?

Look, Joy, I'm gonna have to meet you there, okay?

Listen, um...

here's the address to Blydon's house.

I'm sorry, but I'll be there as soon as I can.

Something has happened, and I really need to go.

Are you kidding me? I... I don't even know these people.

No, no, Joy, please, you know Beaumont.

- Please, you gotta go for me, okay? - For God's sake...

- I'll be there as soon as I can. - For God's sake, Nolan.

- I promise, Joy. - Nolan...

I'll be right there.

Excuse me, I got a call about a young man picked up downtown?

First name Leo.

They found him in the street. It was an overdose.

No wallet, no ID.

How did you know to call me?

He had a phone. You were the only number in it.

- He should be in there, 235. - Thank you.

Excuse me, excuse me. There's no one in there.

Must have walked out on his own. It's not unusual in cases like this.

Let me check with the front desk.

What was your relationship to the patient again?

Nothing.

I'm sure it's his father. He's been very sick.

Was it your father?

No.

'Cause that was the only excuse I was gonna accept,

if he was dying in your arms.

Maybe then...

- We need to talk. - I don't wanna talk.

- We have to. - Well, I don't want to.

Are you going to be with him?

I don't even know where he is.

Why?

Because I can't lie anymore.

No more lies.

You can't do this.

Joy.

Is he better than me?

It's not that. Of course not.

Then what?

Joy...

You wanted to talk, so you're gonna give me a goddamn answer.

- I just did. - No, that wasn't good enough.

What does he do for you that I don't?

It's not that.

Well, then what is it?!

Because I need to know.

Does he clean your clothes for you?

Does he listen to your stories, your boring f***ing stories?!

'Cause I don't think he does.

Does he tell you that everything's okay even when it isn't?

Because I am sure - he doesn't do that. - Joy...

Did he put up with your father's demands

till they piled up on him and clogged his whole goddamn life,

my whole goddamn life?

Oh, my God, Nolan, the arrogance of you.

You're right. Everything you're saying...

- Don't goddamn accommodate me! - I'm sorry! You're right.

So...

so now what?

So... so what? This is... this is it now?

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