Coffee and Cigarettes Page #3

Oh, brother!

What the f*** are you talking about?

Look how much coffee you're drinking.

You got the whole f***ing pot

over there with you.

So what? They always bring me a whole pot.

I like coffee. Keeps me going.

It keeps you going, all right.

You're a f***ing maniac. A caffeine maniac.

- You're drinking coffee, ain't you?

- Yeah.

- So?

- So maybe you should try to quit.

- I ain't no f***ing quitter.

- I'll drink to that.

F***ing moron.

Sh*t, here comes my kid again.

How much did you spend?

And that's all you got for $4?

Peas and something to drink for $4?

- What the heck is in that bag?

- It's those Chinese peas.

They're not?

They're Japanese?

Chinese, Japanese. Same thing.

Try one.

Jesus Christ! Tastes like black pepper.

Give me those.

Little bastard. Did you see that?

He tried to f***ing poison me.

No, he didn't, Joe. Listen to me.

Those things are very expensive.

They're like a delicacy. A refined taste.

Refined taste, my ass.

Jesus Christ, not again.

I can't even light a f***ing cigarette

around here without getting busted.

You know something?

You really are a f***ing moron.

I'm gonna get to those

big tobacco companies...

and I'm gonna thank them

when they put you in the f***ing ground.

And did I ever tell that you're like

a f***ing wife that I don't need?

Can't f***ing enjoy a cigarette.

Excuse me, miss.

Can I get you some more coffee?

I really wish you hadn't done that.

I had it the right color,

the right temperature. It was just right.

Sorry.

Hi.

Sorry. Sorry about the coffee.

- Does your name happen to be Gloria?

- No.

'Cause I thought maybe you...

You're not friends with...

Sorry.

So can I get you something else?

A sandwich? Something to eat

along with your coffee?

It's not a very healthy lunch,

just the coffee and cigarettes.

It's not my lunch, okay?

Sorry.

Alex.

You startled me.

How are you, Isaach?

Okay?

Very well.

I'm happy to see you.

I was so sick of being in Paris.

You can't imagine.

Sit down.

So, I was happy to get your call.

So long time we didn't see each other.

- I ordered you some coffee, okay?

- Yeah, sure. Thanks.

So, everything is okay?

Everything is okay. Very good.

I am fine.

So, are you sure that

everything is okay with you?

Everything is okay.

And you?

Me? Things are okay.

Not perfect, you know,

but pretty much okay.

Good. I'm very happy to see you.

I'm happy to see you, man.

It's just that

since I didn't see you for so long...

and you called to say you wanted to see me,

I thought maybe something was wrong.

No. I just wanted to see you, that's all.

Me, too, man. I wanted to see you, too.

Are you sure there's nothing

you want to tell me?

- Nothing bothering you?

- But why?

- Do you want something to be wrong?

- Not at all.

When I got your call, I had an intuition

that something was bothering you.

Something maybe you need to talk about.

That's all, man.

Isaach, there is nothing wrong.

Really.

Okay?

Are you sure?

Are you crazy, Isaach?

Are you sure you have nothing...

you know, to let out?

Should I invent something bad?

I could invent something bad for you.

Not at all.

No. I don't want you to invent something.

You know, I'm your best friend.

You should feel completely free

to tell me the truth.

To tell me whatever is bothering you.

Cut the sh*t.

Okay, I understand. That's cool.

Thank you.

No problem.

Isaach, no problem.

I guess I'm gonna go.

Really? So soon?

Yeah, you know, man...

if you don't want to talk to me about it,

I don't want to be a problem.

There is no problem, Isaach.

Don't you understand? No problem.

I understand. But listen...

if you don't want to talk now,

call me anytime, okay?

Now maybe it's not the right time for you,

that's all.

So, I was very happy to see you.

Yes. Me, too.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but there is nothing wrong. Really.

It's okay.

I do understand.

No. You don't understand.

Call me.

See you, Isaach.

Soon.

- Hi, so nice to see you.

- You, too.

It's been ages.

Last time, what?

A couple of years ago in Sydney, wasn't it?

Really, was that two years ago?

How are Jeff and Beryl?

You know, same old, same old.

Still stuck in their odd little parental ways.

So you're not with Mr. Cate and the baby

on this trip?

No. Unfortunately, I'm by myself.

I'll see them next week.

Everyone's good?

Yeah, I want a baby.

At some point.

- What can I get for you?

- What are you having, Catie?

Can I have an espresso, please?

In a large cup?

Yeah, I'll have an espresso, too, thanks.

A double.

And can I have some hot milk on the side?

And could you heat it?

- I think we can manage that.

- Thank you.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I know you haven't got a lot of time.

Don't worry about it.

I just wish I could stay here longer.

Do you stay here overnight,

or do you just do your press stuff here?

Your junket.

No, I stay overnight.

And I do the interviews here, too.

I just think it's easier.

They do the interviews in my suite upstairs.

They're setting up for the next interview...

and I just thought maybe it would be nicer

if we met down here.

No, thanks, Shell. You're not...

Go on.

They're not going to stop you smoking.

- There you go, cous'.

- Thanks.

So you mean they give you

this full-on hotel suite...

and they also use it for your publicity?

Seems kind of cheap.

Well, it's a suite.

So they just divide up the room.

Yeah, but why couldn't

they get you a suite...

and get another suite to do your press in?

It's pretty low-budget, this thing I did.

Yeah, still.

It's pretty cheap, man.

Can I get you anything else?

- No, thanks. That's great.

- You're welcome.

Kind of weird getting in here.

I almost didn't...

until they found out I was your cousin.

There're some photographer,

paparazzi guys hanging out front.

I guess they kind of

follow you around, right?

You know, whatever so-called celebrities

are around, I suppose.

God, that must be

a real f***ing drag sometimes, right?

I mean, not like me.

I'm free.

Practically broke, but I'm completely free.

No one's stalking me,

that's for f***ing sure.

Except when they thought I was you.

I got into this club once

because they thought I was you.

Then they found out I wasn't

and asked me to leave.

Pretty f***ing rude.

Don't get me wrong.

I mean, it must be fabulous. You got it all.

You got a good husband, beautiful baby.

Travel all over the world,

stay in fancy hotels.

Parties...

You know what they say,

"The grass is always greener."

So, how's...

Sh*t.

- Johnny.

- Who?

Jimmy. Tommy. Sorry.

How is he?

We broke up almost two years ago.

Tommy, yeah. What a d*ckhead.

Got a new boyfriend now. Lee. Remember?

He's in a band. Wrote you about him.

He's a pretty huge part of my life.

Sorry, Shell, I don't think you did.

Yeah, I even sent you his f***ing CD.

Your assistant

probably didn't give it to you.

It's okay. It's totally cool.

I mean, I know how busy your life is.

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