L.A. Story Page #4

more than a promise to pay.

He's looking for a kind of depth

in your financial sea.

Let's make this easier.

Suppose you get

the reservation and suppose

you come down and we honor it.

What might you order?

I might like the duck.

You can't.

- You can't.

Why? - With this financial statement,

you think you can have the duck?

Where do you summer?

Excuse me?

Where do you spend your summers?

Here.

The chicken.

- You can have the chichen.

What about my date?

You can urge her in one direction.

Either we go there and she orders

what she wants or let's forget it.

Alright.

I like a little gamble.

We can take you...

in eight weeks.

Sandy,

I heard bad things about "L'ldiot".

And I went down there and the chef

had a big open sore on his lip.

I know, I know, I did.

I'm really sorry.

What if we went away for the weekend,

like Santa Barbara?

Roland thinks

L.A. Is for the braindead.

He says if the sprinklers stopped

you'd have a desert.

But I think...

I don't know.

It's not what I expected.

It's where they've taken the desert

and turned it into their dreams.

I think it's also a place of secrets.

Secret houses, lives, pleasures...

And no one is looking

for verification

that what they're doing is ok.

What do you say, Roland?

It's a place for the braindead.

Why do you have to be so snotty?

I think you're being superior.

I've met some

pretty intelligent people here.

I'm sorry...

This is

one of the people I spoke about.

Harris Telemacher, Roland Mackey.

You met at lunch.

Have you tried the Guggenheim?

- I get that.

Because it's circular and downhill.

- I got it.

Ariel, this is Roland Mackey

and Sara McDowel.

I loved your TV bit.

- I loved yours, too.

But...

- I can...

Oh I see. - It's a...

- You're very funny.

You have a lot of verve.

Verve?

Want to walk with us?

I like the relationships.

Each character has his own story.

The puppy is a bit too much,

but you have to overlook that.

The way he's holding her,

it's almost... filthy.

He's about to kiss her

and she's pulling away...

The way

his leg is smashed up against her...

Look how he's painted the blouse,

sort of translucent,

you can make out her breast,

and it's sort of touching him...

It's really pretty torrid,

don't you think?

And of course you have the onlookers

peeking out like they're all shocked.

They wish.

I must admit, when I see a painting

like this, I get emotionally...

Erect.

Those paintings of food got me hungry.

- I could eat some paintings of food.

It was fun.

It was lovely to meet you.

- Great running into you.

What were you doing in there?

- That's the girl I like.

You've really blown it.

- Let's all go out for dinner.

I've heard of meeting accidentally and

going to dinner, but I never did it.

He loves me. - Everyone does.

- "L'ldiot"?

I've heard of that place.

- We'll never get in, it's impossible.

There's a phone.

- Suit yourself.

I can't go. Could they take you home?

- I don't want to impose.

It's no problem. We got two cars.

- Ariel, are you coming?

I can't.

- Dinner for three.

It's all set. How should we do this?

- Why doesn't he come with me?

I know where it is and she doesn't

so I could tell her where it was,

otherwise we'd end up drawing a map,

unless I drove your car

and you went with her...

Is Roland your boyfriend?

- No, just friends.

That's good. I mean it's fine

that I can drive with you.

Right side! Get on the right side!

I don't think he can hear you.

Your usual table, Mr. Christopher?

- No, a good one.

That is impossible.

Part of the new cruelty?

- Yes.

Table 253.

What do you want?

Want our specials?

I'm gonna tell you

what we got to eat,

we got primavera pasta,

and six different kinds of meat!

Wow, I'm done already.

"We got spicy guacamole

and brie quesadilla,

we got goat cheese pizza

on a blue corn tortilla..."

Floss?

I'll have floss.

- Diet or regular? - Regular.

"We got hot bread,

milk-fed veal and new potatoes,

we got a hundred different ways

to cook a couple of tomatoes."

I'll take you home.

- What?

I live near you. I'll take you.

- The cars are here.

I can take him. He lives near me.

- Are you sure?

Yeah, no problem.

- That's good, I live in the valley.

I should take a cab. The drive over

was a bit risky. - C'mon, get in.

Promise me you'll see me this weekend?

I will. I promise.

See you at the weekend.

Right side!

It was fun.

- Yes, it was.

I like Roland.

Yes, he's nice, isn't he?

- Yeah, it's interesting that you

can have a relationship

that's more friendly

than sexual.

So... Good night.

Car's rolling!

It's locked!

- It's locked here, too!

Where are the keys? - In the ignition.

- How did the car get locked?

I didn't lock it!

- We gotta stop it from rolling.

Are we on a hill?

- Yeah, but it's sloped the other way!

I got it!

- I got it!

I think I know what this is.

Get in!

- What?

It's alright.

You can trust me. Go ahead, get in!

It's alright. Stay in!

I think we're fine. Don't paw me!

Get over here!

Let me not drive! - Why?

This is the sign I told you about.

What is it?

I think I figured out the car.

I read an article in the Times...

...electrical currents...

My head hurts.

I think I should go.

Do you want to come in?

Why?

Yeah... sorry.

We're moving too fast.

But we should see each other again.

- Yes.

I suppose.

What's today?

- Thursday.

The weekend?

I'm supposed to see my ex

this weekend. I'm sorry.

I promised. It's a deal.

I've got a few things to do, also.

My mother

has a bridge luncheon...

I'm supposed to go

to a fund-raising dinner tomorrow.

It's formal, you know...

but I thought to take you would be...

fantastic.

Not a date, just a do.

Are you interested?

Alright.

- Alright? - Yes.

So I'll take that as a "yes."

It's wonderful you see your mother.

That reminds me, I should call mine.

Yeah, you got your ex,

and I got that whole bridge thing.

Hello... Mom?

- Hello, darling. How are you?

I'm fine.

Are you busy?

- I'm making 56

papier-mache hats.

- Do you want to play?

Always, darling. The usual?

Night-night, mom.

- Night, darling.

You play the tuba?

- No.

I used to. But not now.

I mean, I was before you arrived.

I did.

I forgot something.

Ready.

Are you alright?

- Yeah, I'm just going out too much.

When you go out too much,

you feel like you never stay home.

Are you upset about last night?

- No, I understand.

My car rolled,

then your tongue was in my mouth.

That was a lozenge. - My mouth

shouldn't accept lozenges right now.

You're passionate.

You just keep denying it.

Just relax and give in to it.

You don't.

- What?

I can hardly contain myself

when I'm around you. I go crazy

when I see you.

- That's the trouble.

You're rollerskating, amusing

yourself, your friends, and me.

It's just a lot of noise.

- What?

I mean, we all try to prevent

getting hurt. That's how you do it.

Should we just forget it then?

If that's what you want, fine.

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