Guinevere Page #3

that lamp for me?

Throw a little shadow on his face.

You're really good

at that.

Really?

Don't worry.

For a few seconds there it was perfect.

Patty.

You really have room for her with

all those roommates at your place?

Actually, one of my roommates

just moved out, so...

it's really unbelievably convenient,

um, the way it all worked out.

- Bye. Bye, Dad.

- A-All right.

So, um, Harper's really

doing us all a big favor.

- See you later, Mrs. Sloane.

- Bye, Mom.

## Tristeza ##

## The deep sadness

the heart feels ##

## Let it leave mine

forever ##

## Let my life sing again ##

## From this day on my days

are dreams of sun and roses ##

## My nights

a carnival of song ##

- Much more detail than that.

- ## From this day on ##

- ## My dear the dark of sorrow closes ##

- You've gotta read them both.

- If you're gonna explore jazz,

you'll need some history of it.

- ## This day when you came along ##

## From this day on my days

are dreams of sun and roses ##

## My nights

a carnival of song ##

## From this day on, my dear

the dark of sorrow closes ##

## This day

when you came along ##

Hello?

Where are you?

Where?

They're in here.

Hey, Zack,

say hi to Harper.

- Maybe later.

- God, what's he on?

Nothing.

That's alcohol detox.

That's what happens

when he doesn't have a drink.

- How long is he gonna be like this?

- Another day or two.

Got any mercy

in here?

- I'll go ask the doctor

about an alcohol drip.

You know, pal, this is why

you should never stop drinking.

Take it easy, buddy.

You're doing great.

I'm going for a smoke.

- Here's your camera.

- You keep it.

Document it for him.

- What?

- Take some pictures.

When he wakes up, show him what

he suffered through. He loves that.

- Y-You must be joking.

- I'll be outside in the car.

Dr. Morris

to Recovery. Dr. Morris to Recovery.

Ohh!

- Ohh!

- Ohh.

How'd you do?

Not even one?

- Why did you do that to me?

- I told you you were gonna have to work.

He pissed all over me.

How am I supposed to take a photograph

when he's pissing all over me?

How am I gonna know

when that looks right?

You don't take a picture

when it looks right.

You take a picture when it hurts so bad

you can't stand it anymore.

Well, I can't do it.

It's work, Harper.

It's work.

It's not the f***in' flower show

at theJunior League.

You're so mad.

Can't I do

something else?

Something I'm good at?

Like what?

Come on, baby.

I'll take you home,

put you in a nice, hot shower,

make you a bowl of soup,

hmm?

Come on.

You've got Zack's piss in your hair.

Good!

Please, Guinevere.

Don't make me carry you.

Don't!

- Come on.

- Stop it. Put me down.

Don't photograph me.

I'm not. I'm shooting

the back of the chair.

Why would you do that?

'Cause you're in it.

I said

don't photograph me.

How about just

a part of you?

An ear?

An elbow?

Finger?

Oh, Guinevere.

I would gladly crawl on my hands and

knees over a desert of broken glass...

before I'd do anything

to make you feel bad again.

You know that,

don't you?

Harper! You slut!

When this gets out,

your status is gonna be huge.

How does it work

when he takes them?

- Does he make you drink wine

and listen to bad disco?

- No.

- Is that erotic?

- No.

You freak.

- You know, this is standard

photographic subject matter.

- Mm-hmm.

Well,you know, Patty, I stepped

in front of that background...

and I took off my shirt...

and he whipped out his camera and took

eight rolls of film of my tits!

Get down!

- But you know what?

- What?

No, they're nice.

Really?

Yeah.

They're sort of beautiful.

Are they all like this?

Did you put little hats on or anything?

Ooh, sh*t. Sorry.

- It's not in here.

- Oh, God. Breast fest.

Um, Harper?

- Those aren't mine.

- Wait a minute.

Maybe they are.

- No.

- No.

No, they're not.

Are these yours?

No.

I believe

those areJessica's.

I keep mine in a box

in the studio.

I want to see your form, baby.

Oh, God. No.

That's not funny.

I'm sorry. You're right.

It's not funny.

It's a f***in' tragedy, baby.

Oh, my God.

How old are you,

anyway?

I'll be 21

in a couple of weeks.

Twenty-one.

He's shameless.

So, uh, what, may I ask,

are you studying?

I'm not.

I just got my B.A.

No, I mean at the Cornelius Fitzpatrick

School for Young Ladies.

What? Painting, sculpture,

photography, what?

- Photography.

- Really?

That's what I started with. Then I moved

into painting in my second year.

Oh.

- How long ago did you --

- What, graduate?

About seven years ago.

- -

Aw, come on,

Harper.

Only the most promising

are chosen.

Or the most pathetically f***ed-up.

I can't really decide which one.

Yeah, no,

it's definitely the latter.

The reading

can be overwhelming...

and the lectures

are definitely long,

but it's pretty intoxicating

being the center of all that attention.

Is he taking money

from you yet?

- No.

- No episodes in which you're

the ruling class enemy?

- No.

- Well, then, you're fine.

W-What are you talking about?

What are you saying?

You know, I really should shut up.

He's gonna be so mad at me.

Okay, you know -- Sorry. I actually have

to get somewhere where I can throw up.

- Hey, Harper, I understand

why you're with him.

- That's a relief.

Hey, Guinevere.

He's gonna try to get

a five-year commitment out of you.

I never met anyone

who made it more than three.

I don't think you should go.

Hey.

- Hey!

- What?

I don't think

you should go.

Why not?

You're not ready yet.

Yeah?

I feel ready.

You know what else I feel?

I feel stupid.

I feel really, really stupid!

Harper, listen to me,

would you?

Harper,

please listen.

Billie wanted to be an artist.

I tried to help her for a while.

But it turned out she wasn't

serious about her painting.

- She was distracted by commerce.-

- You saw her stuff.

How many of us have there been,

just out of interest?

Don't tell me

you believe what she said.

How many of us Guineveres

have there been?

I don't understand

why you're so upset.

Maybe I called her Guinevere.

I don't even remember.

People call each other

"sweetie pie," and it's not

considered private property.

You'll never

call me that again.

Okay. Okay.

The word will never

cross my lips again.

Don't. I'm going!

You understand that?

Harper, come on.

- Why do you really think

Billie said all those things?

- She was warning me.

No, she feels threatened

by you.

- She's being competitive.

- She's competitive with me --

I believe that.

What's not to believe? That she never

had ten percent of your talent?

That I never loved her?

That I want to marry you?

What did you say?

Don't worry. I'm not asking you.

I know what you'd say.

Harper, I'm not a fool. I look down the

road, and I see you with somebody else.

But I also see you as an artist, and

it would be such a f***in' tragedy...

if you let something like this

take you off your path.

Don't walk away

from yourself, Harper.

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