High Art Page #4

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Arnie.

You guys are so glamorous.

[Knock at Door]

Yeah.

Hey, it's Syd.

Come in.

Come in.

Shut the door.

Cocktail?

Thanks.

[Sniffs]

Did Lucy tell you

about our meeting?

What meeting?

Lucy's doing

a piece for Frame.

What is

"a piece for Frame"?

I'm shooting something

for Syd's magazine.

It's not just something...

it's the cover.

That's fabulous.

Did you orchestrate that, Syd?

Uh, I didn't really

orchestrate it.

Yeah, I brought Lucy

into Frame.

That's really great, Luce.

You got yourself a cover.

Good for f***ing you.

I feel good about it.

You should feel great.

That's f***in' great.

We should celebrate that.

Are you coming?

In a second.

See you out there.

Be right out.

You wanna stop by Victor's?

Sure, wait.

Z, this is James, Syd's boyfriend.

Hey, Zoe.

James.

Nice to meet you.

I didn't know

Syd had a boyfriend.

Yeah. I didn't know either.

Yeah, it was really good.

Like I completely loved it.

But the only thing was...

Hey, excuse me.

Have you seen Syd?

Syd, the woman you were

talking to in the corner?

Oh, yeah.

She's in the bedroom with Lucy.

No, that's...

a wonderful thing about you...

your ambition, your focus.

Your drive.

[Laughs]

I really love

having that around me again.

I didn't know how much I missed it.

I can't believe you asked them

about me being the editor.

Why?

I don't know.

I just didn't expect it.

I mean, they didn't expect it.

It's what you want, isn't it?

Yeah.

- Okay, Lucy?

- What?

- Greta's out.

- Arnie, what? Where's Greta?

Lucy, in the bathroom...

Greta's f***in' out!

F***!

What the f***

are you doing to her?

What does it look like?

Trying to wake her the f*** up!

Arnie?

Okay, can you...

can you move?

Gimme the, uh,

saline solution.

Goddamn it!

Agh!

Watch her tongue.

I know what I'm doing!

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Get your f***in'... Jesus!

C'mon, Greta, breathe.

C'mon, Greta, wake up!

- [Knock On Door]

- Yeah, we'll be right out!

She's breathing!

Oh, thank God.

[Greta]

Who put me in that f***ing ice?

Should I get her a blanket or something?

What the f*** is she doing here?

Get her the f***

out ofhere.

[Lucy] Okay.

Get her the f*** out.

It's all right.

It's all right.

- F*** you, Lucy!

- Syd, would you... just leave!

[Greta]

F*** you! F*** you!

[Greta]

Oh, Arnie.

Sweetie? Greta?

- Your clothes are wet.

- I had to help someone out of the bath.

You took a bath with Lucy?

No.

Where were you?

Where was I?

I didn't see you leave.

Yeah, that's 'cause you were

in the bedroom with Lucy.

How's the Berliner piece

coming?

Good.

She's been working

really hard on it.

Good.

We need her elements

immediately.

Yeah, she's almost there.

You know

we pushed Dieter Shulte

off the cover for her.

No, I didn't realize that.

Well, we did,

and it was incredibly

difficult for him.

I'm sure.

I'm really expecting something

outstanding from this.

Definitely, Dominique.

You won't regret this.

Wonderful. Thank you.

I'm telling Arnie

to stay away.

The smell of these eggs

is disgusting.

You know, you have a good time,

and then it just turns

into the same old sh*t.

And I can't do it again.

We had a bad bag or something.

I don't know what happened.

You know,

f*** the bad bag story, Greta.

Okay? Just f*** it!

I had the same sh*t

and it wasn't bad.

Then why are you

going off on me?

Because you don't know

when to stop, G.

You have no limits!

You get a really clean bag,

and you keep kicking it back

till you go unconscious!

Tell that Syd

to stop coming around.

She's a little sycophant.

A sycophant?

What is that?

I don't know what that is.

You know what that is.

She's a bootlicker, a parasite.

She saved your f***in' life.

Joan threw me in that tub,

and I wasn't dying anyway.

When I came into that room,

you weren't breathing.

She's sucking you off.

You're so wrapped up in her,

you can't even see it.

She comes in here,

all cocky and eager...

She doesn't know sh*t about us.

She's a f***ing teenager.

Greta, would you just...

would you eat that, please?

I don't like you.

[Knock At Door]

If that's Arnie and Joan,

I'm sending them away.

I don't like you.

I don't like you.

Hey. Um, I brought some food.

Is she... okay?

I'm really sorry

I yelled at you last night.

I shouldn't have done that.

Hey, it's okay.

I just lost it

for a minute.

Really. It's okay.

I'm sorry that happened.

Yeah, so am I.

L...

I know this is a bad time, but...

we really need to

get something in to them.

Yeah, I know.

Have you been

planning it out?

Uh, no. I haven't

been planning it out.

I haven't been

thinking too clearly.

Okay. Well, maybe

I could help you.

I mean, maybe we could

get a room at the Chelsea,

and you could shoot portraits...

or Coney Island.

I mean, that's even easier.

Or here. I mean,

we could set it up here.

Yeah. I don't work that way, Syd.

I don't set things up.

Well, maybe you'll have

to set things up for this.

I mean, we really have

to get something in to them.

I think I need to get

out of town right now.

Now.

I mean, when?

[Laughs]

I mean, Lucy,

we have a deadline.

Okay? It's not flexible.

I mean, we can't f*** this up.

I mean, I can't f*** this up.

Hey, we'll get something in

to them.

Trust me, okay?

I'll get it done.

Okay. I'm sorry.

I'm just...

Don't be sorry.

Just come with me.

I'm going away...

I want to figure... this out.

You go.

No, you.

Lucy asked me to go upstate

with her this weekend.

She's been kinda distraught...

and we need to do this piece.

I can't be here

if you're f***ing the photographer.

- I haven't slept with Lucy.

- Are you working up to it?

I don't know.

Well, I think you have to start knowing.

I guess you're...

you're really at the center

of it all now, aren't you?

You got your powerjob,

you got your hipster friends.

And all that access...

I mean, it's the real sh*t.

This is just what you wanted.

That's what you think,

isn't it?

Yeah, it's what it seems like.

Yeah. Well, if you weren't so fixated

on that, then you might...

Fixated on what?

On putting me

in a box.

On pigeonholing me.

Because I can't f***in' breathe.

What the f*** does that mean?

It means that no matter

what I do,

you can't stop telling me

it's wrong.

I mean, I'm trying

to get somewhere.

All I get from you

are these slurs about my job

and the people that I've met,

and how pretentious

and meaningless and idiotic it is,

and... [Sighs]

You know what?

It's not meaningless to me.

This is what I care about.

I mean, what do you

care about, James?

I mean really... what?

[Sighs]

You know, this restaurant

has a policy about sleeping in here.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.

She's just exhausted.

I understand. But I'm going

to have to ask you to leave...

if she falls asleep again.

Sure. I'm really sorry.

I can't do this anymore.

What?

You want to break up with me again?

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk.

G...

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