Delirious Page #6

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It was very sweet.

Thanks.

I had such a good time.

Me too.

So what're you doing tonight?

Tonight?

I don't know.

Well, it's my birthday and

I'm having a little party.

I thought maybe

you'd like to come by.

Wow. That'd be great.

Okay, great.

Do you think maybe I could?

Do you think maybe I could

take someone with me?

Like a date?

No, not a date,

just a friend. You know?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Alright, I'm going

to go back to bed.

So I'll see you later.

Okay. Goodbye.

Yes! Good job.

What?

Nothing.

Oh. Okay, I won't go.

I just thought I heard somebody

say they wanted to make up something

up to somebody. That's all.

- Les, man...

- Forget it.

Les...

I'm not going.

Have a good time. Have a good time!

It's huge.

- You should see the bathtub.

- Really?

Yeah. I don't know

about this jacket.

Why not?

No, it looks good on you.

This was my dad's jacket.

- Really?

- Yeah. Don't worry.

- What's the matter? You nervous?

- A little bit.

How's my hair look?

- It looks good.

- Yeah? You didn't even look.

Yeah, I'm looking.

It looks good.

Les, I don't think we should

take any pictures.

Why not?

- I'm just saying...

- You're a professional now?

I'm just going to take a few shots.

No, I'm just saying

it's her birthday party.

Please don't take any pictures.

Alright. You know what? You're

absolutely right. I'm sorry.

It's not even going

to leave my pocket.

You're not going to?

I promise you I will not

take a picture. Alright?

Don't worry. Don't worry.

Hey, homeless.

- You look beautiful.

- Thank you.

- This is my friend Les.

- Hi, Les. Thanks for coming.

- Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

Come on in. Meet some people.

This is Elvis.

We're working on

a musical together.

Wow. What musical?

- About the life of Brittany Spears.

- Brittany Spears.

I'm thinking Tennessee Williams,

only not so gay.

Imagine Streetcar

with K'harma in the Brando role.

- Brando.

- On ice.

- Want to go open presents?

- Okay.

- I'll be right back, Elvis.

- Sounds great to me.

- This is Les, by the way.

- Pleased to meet you.

I just want to say

I'm a really big fan.

You've got a strong shake

there, Les.

You're a musician, right?

I've seen you play?

Where have I seen you play?

What?

Les.

What's going on?

- Are you alright?

- I don't know. I don't know, Toby.

What's up?

- I'm freaking out!

- Why?

I can't talk!

You're okay.

I sounded like a f***in' idiot.

Les, you didn't, man.

Calm down.

That's Elvis Costello. Alright?

That's Elvis Costello out there.

So what? He's just a guy, like

you said. Remember? Equal.

We're equal.

- Les, you're cool.

- That's right. we're all equal.

Equal.

Let's go back out there.

You ready?

Les, what the f*** are you doing?!

- What?!

- You just washed your hands.

- Calm down.

- I have soap on my hands.

Just let me finish

what I'm doing.

You go out and I'll be

right there. Alright?

Alright, I'm going to be out there.

Just give me minute, alright!

Hey, man. Yeah, Armed Forces.

Get Happy. This Year's Model,

I mean that was genius.

I got a picture of you too.

One that I took...

F***.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- What're you doing?

- I was... looking for you.

Really?

Well, I was looking for you.

I guess we found each other.

You could have stayed last night.

I wanted to. Believe me.

Stay tonight.

I promise I won't pass out on you.

Just stop taking

my f***in' picture!

Listen, what is it

you don't understand?!

Stop taking my f***in' picture!

Behave yourself.

- What are you doing?

- Just taking a few shots.

- Are you a paparazzi?!

- He's taking my picture.

- No, I'm a licensed professional.

- He's just messing around.

He's my assistant.

You brought a paparazzi

to my party?!

Call security.

Give me that f***in' camera!

- Right here.

- Sorry.

Cheeks.

- Muy bonita. Excellent.

- Thank you, Mr. Les.

Why don't you let him make you

a batch? These are excellent.

I asked you not

to take any pictures.

I know, and I'm sorry. OK?

I got a little excited.

Cheeks, why don't you make

the kid a batch?

I don't want any, Cheeks.

Don't make me any.

You said that you

wouldn't take any pictures.

I asked you and you said,

"I'm going to..."

- You want the pictures?! Here.

- What are you doing?

- Here's the pictures!

Alright? You happy?

Elvis frigging Costello,

K'harma Leeds. Down the drain.

You know how much money that is?

You know how much money

I could've got for that?

I didn't tell you to do that.

- Well, I did it.

- You did that on your own.

Now do you see how serious I am?

Let me tell you something.

Jesus, Les!

I'm trying to tell you

something as a friend.

Okay?

That chick is not for you. Okay?

Why?

Because every time she looks at you

you know what she sees?

A good-lookin' nobody

with his nose

pressed up against the glass.

I know that hurts. Okay?

And I'm sorry.

But Rule number one, man...

know where you belong.

I'm not saying they're any better

than us, 'cause they're not.

I am through

following these people around.

I'm sick of it.

She threw us out of that party

like we were peons.

It was her birthday party. It was

a personal thing. She trusted me,

man.

Just listen to me?

Tomorrow I'm going to take

my book and hit all the agencies.

And you're coming with me.

Alright? We're partners now.

Me and you.

From now on we're going

where the lights are green.

You know what else we can do?

I'll get your headshots

printed up. Alright?

And I'll call De Niro.

I'll slip him a headshot.

Don't worry.

We're going to have a lot of fun.

You don't need that other sh*t.

It's just you and me now.

It's going to be great.

Well, what hurts?

My stomach.

Well what hurts about it?

It just hurts.

What kind of hurt?

Les, I don't know.

I don't feel good. Alright?

- Jesus.

- OK. I just...

thought you might want

to come with me today,

to see how the whole

agency game is played.

I do. I can't.

Alright.

I'll bring you back some soup.

I'm going to be gone

a couple of hours

so if you want

to watch TV that's OK.

Just don't mess around

with the computer. Okay?

I won't.

Alright.

Hope you feel better.

F***!

Well, Les...

F***!

Photo...

F***.

Sick, my ass!

You better not be on my computer!

What the f***?!

Toby?!

Blaine.

Blaine, I'm scared.

Don't worry, Robbyn.

You're super-safe with me.

Nobody's going to mess with you.

Please, don't!

I can help you!

I know you've killed 10 people

but I know you don't want

to be a serial killer.

Let me help you.

I want to be your friend.

Friend?

What's a friend

but somebody sitting around

waiting for a chance

to talk about themselves?

Is that the line?

Cut!

No, it isn't, Robbyn,

but come on.

If there's a change you got

to go with it. Alright?

I mean, where'd you go to school,

NYU? What kind of sh*t is this?

Stay in character.

Don't break the fourth wall.

Okay.

Toby, excellent.

I like what you're doing.

- Keep it up.

- Thanks.

- You alright?

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