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- I was sure --

I told my parents I didn't

really get into Harvard.

But I did get in.

I just told them I didn't.

I don't want to go.

I think that picture

you took of me is just...

shocking.

Okay.

Bye.

Would you

like to come in?

You can sleep here.

I usually print

at night.

Won't be using the bed

until morning.

If you want to shower when you wake up,

it's down the hall.

Thank you very much.

You're really nice.

There's loads of reading material here

if you can't sleep.

Do you know

who that is?

He changed art

in America.

That's

Georgia O'Keeffe.

When they met, he was already a famous

photographer. He was a revolutionary.

She was

about your age.

Knock on the darkroom door

if you need me.

So the whole time you were sleeping

in his bed he stayed downstairs?

- He stayed in the darkroom all night.

- Listen to you say "darkroom"!

- Sorry.

- And in the morning?

So then I came downstairs

and he made me eggs.

- Scrambled? I want details.

- Okay, Patty.

- He went to the fridge --

- Stop. Come on.

He made me an omelet.

Then he was telling me about Ireland,

which was amazing.

Ooh, Ireland.

Sexy.

- Patty, do you even know

what's going on over there?

- Yes!

- No, you don't.

- Shut up.

- It was amazing,

the things he was saying about it.

- And then?

- Then we talked about art.

- Art?

- Oh, God, it was --

it was truly horrifying.

- Oh, my God.

- I was such an idiot.

- I'm sure you were.

I'm sure you were

a total idiot.

What did you expect?

Of course I was totally socially inept.

- You know what a loser I am.

- Yes,you are.

This is it, the place he said

he'd be at if I felt like coming by.

He meets with his friends here

to discuss ethics or something.

You're kidding.

Look, that's him.

By the bar. By the bar.

- He's old!

- I told you!

But attractive,

in an ugly kind of way.

- Jesus.

- Oh, he wants to f*** you.

For sure.

- He's older than my dad.

- That doesn't mean anything.

- What makes you such an expert

on this topic?

- Uncle Greg.

Mmm.

I'm going in.

Hang on to your panties.

Call me.

Okay, so then, uh,

according to you, uh,

the photographer's

viewpoint here,

Mark Twain shouldn't have included,

uh, uh,Jim in Huckleberry Finn...

because Mark Twain was

a white man from the South.

Zack, we're not just talking about

the content of the story here.

We're talking about the relationship

of the artist to the art.

When a white man

starts telling a black's story --

A black woman's

story.

He's a capitalist

exploiting their product.

- "Product." Do you hear this sh*t?

- You didn't make it.

- So if you take it,

all you can do is sell it.

- Bullshit!

You don't see Maya Angelou sitting down

to write The Chosen, do you?

- Let her do it!

- You were right about lesbians, Zack.

- It's okay by me.

- Can't speak for the Chins,

but the Wongs are with you.

Hold it, hold it, hold it! Harper.

What do you think?

He's right.

You're right.

Of course he's right.

The Zack and Connie Show.

Always very entertaining.

- I'm Billie, by the way.

- Hi, I'm -- I'm Harper.

- Can I get you a drink?

- No, I'm okay. Thanks.

- So, how long have you

and Connie been together?

- Together?

- Aren't you --

- Aren't we together? No, no, no, no.

- Oh, you guys aren't --

- No. No.

He's way too old. I mean, not that

that should matter or anything.

- No, we're not together.

- Mm-hmm.

He built that loft himself.

Did you know that?

- Really.

- Billie.

## Billie ##

Um, look, um...

here's my number

if you ever need to talk or --

Need to talk about what?

Whatever.

- Bye, everyone.

- Good-bye.

- Bye.

You never ordered

a one-egg breakfast in your life.

You never ordered a one-egg breakfast.

Nobody ever orders a one-egg --

- You didn't tell me you have a book.

- Oh.

Do you want to stay here,

Harper?

Tonight?

Tonight, and after.

For as long as you like.

Unless you have

other plans.

I should point out

there'd be conditions.

Like?

You'd have to work.

- You mean, pay half the rent?

- No.

I didn't say you'd have to get a job.

I said you'd have to work.

Learn,

commit yourself to study,

read, create something.

"Create something"?

Photograph, paint, write, dance.

It doesn't matter.

Photograph, paint,

write or dance.

- That's what I would have to do

to stay here?

- That's all.

Couldn't I do something

a little more menial, like, uh,

laundry, maybe?

I don't think so,

comrade.

What would be

the point?

But I've got no talent

for anything.

I mean, I -- I --

I can't draw or dance.

I'm terrified

of cameras.

- I'd help.

- Oh.

You're mistaking me

for someone with potential.

I don't make mistakes.

Where would I stay?

Were you comfortable

last night?

Do you always stay

in your darkroom at night?

Not always.

Oh.

I get it.

I don't, uh --

I don't have

a boyfriend.

Just thought I would, you know,

volunteer that information.

I, uh, really like

this table.

I really like this table.

I-I-I don't know what to do.

Look at this,

Harper.

Look how delicate

that line is.

Thanks, I really worked at it.

Go sit

over on the couch.

Wh --

Why?

I want to look

at your form.

Wow.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

Go over there.

I'll stay here.

Thanks.

I'm embarrassed.

Why?

Well, you're just --

you're just sitting there.

- Don't think about me.

Think about something else.

- Like what?

Divide 2,809 by 12.

I'm not drunk enough

for this.

- Try it.

- This is absurd.

Concentrate.

I'd like to see that, you concentrating.

I bet that's really nice.

Okay.

All right.

Okay, so, 12, 2 --

12 goes into 28 twice,

so that's 24.

36, so, uh -- 41 is 36 is 4,

bringing down the 9.

12 goes into 49 --

12... 2 --

It's 234,

with a remainder of 1.

Right.

You want me

to do another one?

More than anything

in the world.

Okay.

Okay, um --

Uh, 8,922 times...

Okay.

All right, uh,

8 times 2 is 16,

so, uh,

carry the 1 --

Okay, 8 times 2 is 16,

plus 1 is 17,

so 7, carry the 1.

Um, 8 times 9 is 72,

so that's 2 --

Carry the 7.

8 times 8.

Carry the 1, so, um --

Okay, so 18 --

8 times 7 --

No, 8 times 9 is 72,

plus --

Wait, 64.

Um, okay, so 8,

carry the 7,

is, um,

seventy --

64 plus 7, uh --

I get to change my mind

at any point?

Of course.

You know, I'll be 21 in a few months,

but people still treat me like I'm 12.

Why am I like this?

So many embarrassing things

have happened to me.

Sometimes I lie awake

at night...

and feel pinned to the bed

with shame.

I feel like I've failed publicly

so many times.

And I know it's

gonna happen again.

I just don't know when.

I live in suspense of the next time

I humiliate myself.

Those are precisely the conditions

required for becoming an artist.

You're gonna do

great things, Harper.

How can you say that?

Based on what?

I know about these things.

I'll clear out

the back corner of the loft...

to make you

a work space.

You'll start

tomorrow.

Do you think you could move

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