Ingrid Goes West Page #2
and I'll just drop him off,
to mummy and daddy!
Okay? Sounds good?
So I'll be right over.
Okay, okay. Well, wait,
don't you need the address?
Yeah, of course
i need the address.
Let me just get a pen.
Okay, got one.
-Hi!
-Oh, my god! Thank you so much!
-Hi. Oh, it's okay.
-It's okay. It's okay.
You're home.
You're home.
-My god! You're a life saver.
-Good boy.
-Hi, I'm Taylor.
-Ingrid.
-Thank you so much!
-How's it going?
Where did you find him?
Just a couple of blocks
from here. So weird!
Oh, sorry! Before I forget.
Sorry.
Oh, look, you guys wear
- the same purse!
- It's crazy!
-Oh, my god!
So random.
-I'm naming it down to cash.
-Oh, please, no, I...
I don't want your money.
Please.
Oh! No, no, no.
Come on. We insist, please.
- No, really... yes!
- -Are you sure?
Yes. He's so cute.
He was just good company.
Honestly,
I'm just glad he's home.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
Whoa, we can't let you
go empty-handed.
We're making dinner.
Let us make you dinner.
-Yes! I love that idea.
-It's a good idea.
Oh, yeah.
I mean, you should...
Absolutely,
unless have other plans.
Nope. I'm free.
I haven't seen that
in a while.
Here.
I do have to apologize because
we've been so stressed out
we haven't had the opportunity
-to go to farmer's market yet.
-Oh, it's fine.
Yeah, I hope you don't mind
if we improvise a little. Huh?
--You know what I mean?
--I don't mind that.
I feel like I'm in a restaurant.
--More like kitchen nightmares.
You wish!
Holy f***! This is incredible.
Jesus!
This is f***ing delicious.
Have we met before?
No, no, definitely not.
'Cause your face,
it looks so familiar.
Can I use your bathroom?
And so
we're learning how to surf...
--...and all of a sudden,
-i got stung by a jellyfish.
-No!
I thought it was a man o'war.
And then-- that's right.
He...
-Yeah, i-i-i peed--
-yeah. He had to pee on my leg.
-I peed on her leg.
-Ew! He did not?
You know, it was kinda gross,
but kinda hot, too.
-Yeah
-we don't need to redo it,
but it was actually
not that bad.
Oh, you wanna
reenact it right now?
--No.
You wanna--
wanna another glass of "vino,"
-to top it off?
-Yeah, thanks.
Yeah, you gotta' own that baby.
-Anyone wants more of it?
-Mm-hmm.
So, what do you guys do
for money?
Ah, I'm a photographer.
Wow! That's amazing
I mean, it's not as glamorous
as it sounds occasionally.
Brands, they pay me
to post things online.
She's really...
She's really good.
-Cool.
-Really good, really creative.
Thanks, baby.
Oh, my god, I know where...
I know where we met.
Um, it was
the echo park craft fair.
And you were selling
those Bolivian Clay pots.
-Right! The pots.
-I bought like, eight.
Not me.
Actually, I just moved here.
Maybe, you're confusing her
with one of your insta-fans.
He's just giving me sh*t because
I happen to engage
like the rest
of the known universe,
and my husband has
a chronic case of technophobia.
-Wow.
-He still uses a flip phone.
- No!
- -Yeah!
- No, he does not.
-Wow! Okay, alright.
-Okay, first of-- I got--
-can you hear me?
--S-stop. Stop.
I just prefer to keep certain
parts of my life, private.
That's it. That's all.
And-- and let...
You know, just let my work
sort of just speak for itself.
That's...
You know, we talked about that.
Ezra is an artist.
Really?
Yeah, I guess
you could label it, um...
Pop art. That's what I have kind
of calling it.
But I haven't... there's no...
I don't like labels,
-you know what I mean?
-You do backgrounds as well?
Um, no, no,
those are found objects
from flea markets
across the United States.
- Yeah.
-Are any of these for sale?
-I don't-- not technically--
-yes, they are.
-You know? Yeah, yeah, they are.
-Yeah.
How much is this one?
- How much..
-What do we say, 12, $1,200?
-I think it's what he said.
-Yeah.
-Ballpark, $1,200.
-Cool. I'll take it.
Do you take cash?
- Oopsy, sorry!
-In those.
-To my baby.
Okay.
To our new friend, Ingrid.
Rescuer of dogs.
-Patron of the arts.
-Mm-hmm.
And... all around
a really great neighbor.
-Cheers.
-Cheers.
Um, so if you need anything...
Um, transportation.
I can bring it over tomorrow,
-um, I gotta--
-no, I can take it tonight.
-Oh, really?
-Yeah, I'll take it myself.
-Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me.
-What? What's the matter?
- What[S going on?
- Is everything okay?
Yeah, it's fine. It's just that
my friend anish keeps promising
to help me take our trailer,
in the driveway,
and she just flaked at the end.
-It's cool. We'll figure it out.
-Yeah, we'll figure it out.
Who else we know
that has a truck?
Hey. Okay, one second.
Sh*t.
Yes? Oh, hey.
Hey, Ingrid. Hey.
-I need to borrow your truck.
-Oh, the bat mobile?
It's chill. Where we going?
Ikea? Home depot?
No, actually,
i need it this Saturday.
Uh, no, no.
No, no can't do.
-Just for a couple of hours.
-No, my table read...
-Please.
-...For my script
-is this Saturday night. I--
-that's okay, that's okay.
I just need it during the day,
and I'll totally have it back
before your table read
or whatever, I promise.
Or whatever.
-Please
-i don't know, Ingrid.
Please, please, please, please.
I'll do anything
anything?
It's funny you should say that
cause' the chick who
we got to play catwoman,
she got booked to do
this nickelodeon thing
and I need a replacement so..
You don't have anyone else
who can do that?
Don't you have another truck
you could use?
Oh!
Come on, catwoman.
Scratch my back.
I'll scratch yours.
Deal.
Come here Saturday. Be here.
Six o' clock.
Meow.
Yeah... I like that.
I can't believe you've never
been to Joshua tree before.
-I know.
-Oh, my god,
we should go to integratron
and get a sound bath.
Do you know what that is?
Yeah, it's like,
so healing and re-grounding.
-It's really incredible.
-Cool.
Oh, my god! What is this?
I had no idea you were
so into Batman.
- I'm not.
-Hey, chill. Chill.
-We're good.
Oh, my god.
My brother was like obsessed
with this movie growing up.
-You've a brother?
-Yeah, Nicky.
He's amazing, he's like so funny
and like, genius level smart.
I mean, he had a few rushes
with the law
but he's like totally sober now.
Oh, it's good.
-Maybe you should pull over?
-No, it's fine.
It does this thing
all the time, this gutter.
I'm gonna just see
if there's like, a manual or--
holy sh*t! Jesus Christ, Ingrid
-oh, my god.
-Oh, my god.
Why do you have a gun in here?
It's not real.
It's-- just close it.
It's just to scare people.
-It's fine, I don't even--
-who is Daniel pinto?
I can't people you didn't
tell me you had a boyfriend.
I know, but it's not serious
or anything, that's why.
Is he your drug dealer?
No. He's--
he's a screenplay writer.
He writes movies.
Oh, my god. A tortured artist.
I love that.
I know. Me too.
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