I-See-You.Com Page #9

It's all over!

Everything's f***ed.

[STATIC]

HARVEY:
Eyeballs?

You want eyeballs?

You want hits?

I'll give you hits,

you voyeuristic bastards.

[LAUGHING, PANTING]

This is all

your fault, a**holes.

[GRUNTING]

Not enough drama for you, huh?!

I got your frigging

drama right here!

[GRUNTS]

[GAS HISSING]

[INHALING]

Figured out the big finish yet?

Oh, yeah.

[BEEPS]

RISHWAIN:

You're a lucky man.

'Cause I hit a gas main?

Because you didn't

kill anybody.

We wouldn't even be

here talking. Yeah.

And the family?

Audrey's at UCLA.

My little girl had to

grow up pretty fast.

She, uh--

She visits.

Things were sort of strained

with Lydia and I

after the trial.

Uh, but I guess that's

to be expected

with...me here

and, uh--

And her, uh...

Who really knows?

So, what about

Colby?

I didn't talk to him

for a year...

even though he tried

to patch things up.

Took me two years

to realize that...

uh, I could hardly blame him

without blaming myself.

So...

w-what happened

to the 300K?

[CHUCKLES]

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[GATE CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

Hey there, handsome.

Hey.

Hm.

You got that Tim Robbins

thing going for you.

You know, like at the end

of Shawshank Redemption.

That would make you, what?

Morgan Freeman?

Exactly.

I'm sorry we're late.

We had...some issues.

You look like crap.

Thank you.

Good to see

you too, Mother.

Hi, Daddy.

Hey, pumpkin.

Hey. Let me get that for you.

Hey.

Why, thank you.

What's with the, uh--?

Real-time product

placement.

Real-time what?

[GRUNTS]

What's this thing cost?

AUDREY:
Nothing.

Nothing?

Yeah.

COLBY:
Well, nothing as long

as we drive 400 miles a week

around upper-middle-income

neighborhoods, nothing.

HARVEY:

What do you mean nothing?

COLBY:
Oh, I mean, I went

to Hummer of Sherman Oaks.

Got them to play ball

in exchange

for plastering their

name everywhere. [SIGHS]

Then made a bunch of deals

with several corporate sponsors.

Okay, I don't

even wanna know.

Forget I asked.

COLBY:

So...Dad...

I've been coming up with a plan

to get us back on our feet

and out of Grandma's

house fast.

Don't do me any favors.

No one's asking you to stay.

Do you think I'm gonna

listen for a second

to anything you come up with

after what I've been through?

DORIS:
So, Harvey, I'm

gonna need to be paid back

now that you're, well,

able-bodied.

I mean, I-- I'm out

a lot of money.

Mom, we're not even

a mile

from where I spent

the last three years

being someone's girlfriend.

AUDREY:
Gross.

Think this might wait

until we hit the freeway.

Or until I get a job?

What about the 300K?

Everybody knows

you salted it away someplace.

I don't have 300K, Mother.

I never had it.

Someone else here

might know

where it went,

but I sure don't.

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Don't look at me.

We thought you had it.

AUDREY:

Yeah, Daddy.

I told you,

I don't have it.

Well, if you don't,

where the hell did it go?

HARVEY AND COLBY:

Randi.

Thanks.

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Hi.

VALET:
Do you have the ticket?

MAN:
Got it. I think I

parked in, uh, Section 1-6.

VALET 1:
Welcome to Ciro's.

Thank you.

VALET 2:
Welcome to Ciro's.

GARRY:
Ah, thank you, my man.

There's a bit of

Italian heaven in L.A.

Look how packed

this place is, Chloe.

You did confirm our reservations

for all six, huh?

Uh, right, Garry.

I confirmed them last week

and this morning.

We've been on their waiting

list for two weeks.

And you used

my name?

Of course. It would have been

a month otherwise.

I'm so happy

for Randi.

That kid must be

printing money in here.

Hi, Mr. Marshall.

Randi. You look

beautiful.

Mr. Marshall, Chloe.

You look wonderful.

Come, please. We have

your table all ready for you.

The other people

are on their way.

Looks like business

is booming.

RANDI:
It is booming.

Where's your partner in crime?

RANDI:
Here he is.

CIRO:
Garry.

Hi!

Hey, hey.

Hey!

Chloe. Good to see you.

Ciro.

Please, please,

be seated. Be seated.

What can I get you

tonight? The rigatoni?

No, no, no.

Your masterpiece.

Lobster Agnolotti.

Ah.

Lobster Agnolotti.

Sauce on the side.

Sauce on

the side.

Coming right up.

You got it. Okay.

Good. He cooks

without his shoes on.

Yeah.

Cannot cook

or make love

in shoes.

I'll be-- I'll be

right back, okay?

But he doesn't put

his toes in the lobster.

God, I hope not.

[LAUGHTER]

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