Ellie Parker Page #2
I just wasn't like... sure.
I did this like weird hair
and make-up...
It looks great.
No, I really like it.
A junkie whore.
I should be talking in my American
accent, my New Yorker accent.
- Not right now. Once we go on tape.
- Okay.
- So, ready?
- Yeah. Is it okay if I stand?
Absolutely, I mean...
Trixie can move around and...
You do what you want.
Trixie?
- I'm almost ready. Here we go.
- Ens cap.
Oh, right, here we go.
Ellie Parker.
Okay. I'm ready.
- Goddamn it, you were late!
- There wasn't time!
You try getting from Avenue A to
Belford Stiverson in 10 minutes!
You make time.
Don't make me tell you what
I've just been through, okay?
'Cause Vinnie came home with
blood all over his f***ing shirt!
Don't care if there's blood coming out
of your twat. You f***ing be there.
I was there!
I sucked his cock, Vinnie's cock,
I sucked your f***ing flacid cock!
You were doped up beyond belief,
do you remember?
You know the arrangement, you were
late. We're having dinner at uigi's.
I ain't hungry.
You wouldn't be, you junkie whore.
- That was lovely.
- Are you sure?
I mean...
Not for me. Unless you want to.
It was perfect.
In my point of view,
you just nailed it.
Really? Okay. Excellent.
All right, good.
- So, it was nice to see you.
- Well, it was great to see you.
It'd be great to meet the director,
if you think... I love the script.
- You wrote it, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah, it's good.
Okay, all right.
That's it for another day.
Okay, have fun.
- You too.
- Bye.
- We'll get back to you the weekend.
- Okay. I'd love to meet the director.
I know. He's really sorry
he couldn't be here.
All right, see you later. Bye.
Sir, I think it's obviously
quite deliberate.
It was the intention of the artist.
The show is called
"Peripheral Perspectives".
It's supposed to be out of focus.
How could've it gone out of focus
once you got it home?
Would you mind just holding for me
for a minute, please? Dumb f***!
Oh, darling. Bad day?
Ook at you.
Come here.
You're going to be fired if you keep
calling people "stupid fucks".
I hope I get fired so I can just
dedicate myself to my acting.
What's going on?
I don't know who I am.
Nobody knows what they are.
Maybe what you do is who you are.
But I don't know what I'm doing!
Maybe I don't know who I am or...
what I'm doing.
I don't know how anyone
can have a sense of self in this...
fractured modern time
of mediate...
tiranized, fascist, body-obsessed...
global domination,
political turmoil, human...
- Okay, Sam.
... this time of human depravity...
Sam, okay, okay, okay, stop.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
- What the f*** is that?
- Don't even try to understand it.
It's pretty sophisticated piece.
- Go f*** yourself.
- What if I could.
Oh, God, I got another audition.
What for?
I don't know, some WB show.
"Undercover Gimnasts".
Ove you.
Well, why aren't I
going out on that?
Thank you!
We want you
If your lover's cold
Hey, baby, I didn't know
that you were home.
I wasn't. Did you notice that?
I like your hair. I like that.
I like the radiating things, and
the antennas, and the butterflies.
That's really nice, I like that.
Pink and blue. It's like male/female.
Are you alright?
What?
What did I say? I liked it.
I didn't say I didn't like it.
What?
What's the matter?
Are you mad at me or something?
I think you broke
my nose here. Hello?
- Come on, man?
- No! You come on, Justin!
- "You come on".
- You're a f***ing wanker!
I'm a f***ing wanker.
I'm kidding. What are you
so pissed off about?
Come on, don't you wanna play?
F***!
Come on!
Man, I came up with this
great song. I just finished it.
It's really cool.
It's like this... Got this
ynyrd Skynyrd vibe...
but I threw a little of Darby Crash,
from the Germs in...
and a little bit of like...
There's some Zeppelin, and there's
a little bit of Iggy Pop vibe going.
It kind of goes like this...
Simple pause.
Isn't that f***ing cool?
I love that.
you know.
Maybe you can help me come up with
another thing, another riff, like:
"I love you" or "hate you",
whatever...
'cause, you know,
love is about hate too, right?
- It's good, it's good.
- I think so too.
I think I don't want to be
in this relationship anymore.
No, I'm sure I don't wanna be.
But I don't wanna be alone.
I feel suffocated.
What is suffocating you?
This city.
It's that I feel like...
I'm waiting for my life
to start, you know?
Ike what's going on now
is all just like a big rehearsal...
for something bigger.
It's all temporary. It's just...
Maybe I'm scared to start my life.
Are you the part of Ellie that's
scared to let her start her life?
I wore dirty clothes...
and then I smelled...
and because they said...
I looked like a kangaroo.
Thank you for talking to me today.
We'll talk to you again soon, okay?
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
And I was always on the outside,
always trying to fit in, always...
trying to be accepted, to be
liked and pleasing people.
That's what happens
as an actor in the rooms.
You go into these rooms and...
you audition and you have
to show yourself and...
these people don't like you
and it's like you can't...
you can't be yourself because
I wish I could be brave enough
to do that in the audition room.
F***!
Ellie, you have some mascara...
- Here?
Both eyes.
That would've been strange walking
into my next audition...
like that.
Oh, God, I hadn't let go
like that in a long time.
- It's good for you.
- It is. It feels good.
So...
...thank you. It was really good.
- You're welcome.
- I like your sweater.
- Oh, thank you.
- It's nice. Where did you get it?
- At imited.
All right. Oh, good, good.
How much was it?
Oh, gosh... 29 dollars.
That's great. I might just...
Was it just recently?
'Cause I've been looking
for a nice cheap sweater that...
You know, a plain black sweater.
So, Wednesday?
- Thank you.
- Anything else?
- That's great.
- Oh, no.
Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum.
Oh, my God!
Oh, God, yeah, like that.
Gosh, like that.
Oh, God. Ellie!
Hey, you motherf***er!
Hey, baby.
I tried to call your new cell phone.
No, no, not one.
Ellie...
Yikes!
You f***ing a**hole!
- Oh, my God!
- Ellie, wait!
F***!
Wait!
F***! F***ing...
No, no, no!
Oh, God.
A**hole. F***ing a**hole.
I just f***ing hit somebody.
- I just...
- You're f***ing crazy?
- Ook at my f***ing car!
- I'll call you back.
Oh, my God, look at my car!
What do you...? You're f***ing crazy?
- I just hit somebody.
- Can you get off that phone?
F***ing hell, I'm really sorry.
I didn't see you, I was on my phone.
You shouldn't f***ing drive
while you're talking on the cell.
If you wanna talk, go home.
Don't drive and talk on the phone.
I'm sorry.
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