Laurel Canyon Page #3
I'm usually up before 6:00.
I overslept.
Good morning. Sorry.
- Shall we go?
- Alex made coffee.
- Do we have time?
- I think so. I drive fast.
Thanks for picking him up.
I wasn't expecting
to be apartment hunting.
- I mean, we weren't.
- It is not a problem.
I'm happy to.
It's right on my way.
- That's convenient. Where do you live?
- In the Valley.
North Hollywood.
- Why can't you stay up here?
- It's a little tight with everyone.
That's too bad.
It's really nice.
I'd sacrifice space
to be up here any day.
- Are you a resident?
- Second year.
- What do you do?
- I'm writing my dissertation.
- What on?
- Drosophila genomics.
She's an MD as well.
- Wow! That's very impressive.
- Not really.
- It impresses me.
- Thank you.
You must have a lot of patience.
I don't know, I couldn't imagine
analyzing data all day,
It seems so...
...tedious.
It's not meaningless at all.
I didn't say meaningless. Did I?
My English is terrible, I'm sorry.
I said tedious, I think.
Well, same difference.
But I didn't mean that. I meant...
I don't know the word...
Serious. That's all.
It's fine, sorry. I didn't mean to...
No, I'm sorry, really.
I didn't mean the "assault"...
insult. We should probably go.
Well, it was nice meeting you.
- You too.
- Bye.
- Your girlfriend seems nice.
- Yeah.
She was tired.
She is usually more...
She is usually different.
A double degree.
She must love school.
Yeah. She got through fast.
She's really smart.
Yeah, she must be.
- And ambitious.
- Oh yeah.
Top in our class actually.
- Really?
- Yes.
How can you compete with that?
Amphetamines.
"Ecstasy", generic, ice...
We're not sure what he took.
The vital signs still haven't stabilized,
I'll be around.
Page if you have any questions.
- Do you want to start?
- No, he's yours.
- How you doing... Wyatt?
- I'm f***ed up, okay?
I got these Nazis in a parking
waiting to bang me,
- and I am trapped in here!
- Okay.
How old are you?
Eighteen.
- Do you have any family around?
- No, don't I have any family around!
Leave my family out of here
you paranoid Nazi,
freakin' up in a white coat!
- Leave my family out of here.
- Get me a 511, fast...
Wyatt, sits down.
Sit down.
What the hell is a 511?
What the hell is that?
Is that a f***ing code?
Is that a prison code?
Is that a prison code?
Don't take me out!
Please, God!
Don't take me out!
Please, don't!
- Please don't take me out.
- It's alright.
I'm feeling a horse at the gallop.
The tempo's sh*t.
- Am I right?
- Yeah, it's sh*t.
No, no... Let's go into it.
It's gonna have texture,
you know like... like ooze.
sonic ooze.
Alright. Sonic ooze...
Okay baby, how about a horn insertion?
Perhaps "Tijuana Brass",
maybe. I heard Herb's in town...
No, let's not go patronising.
That's not patronising.
I was accommodating.
I was accommodating you.
Cause I'm a better
judge than you think.
Sweet. That's it,
That's the direction.
I've overplayed it.
No, it's not the bass. It's
how much you get straight on the beat.
- It should be faster.
- No, I know what she's doing. Sultry
She's going for romantic.
Is it that what
you're going for, Jane?
A love song?
Come on!
Let him go!
Those are mine.
- What are?
- Your tits.
You're such a prude.
Hello.
Hi.
- Am I interrupting?
- Absolutely not.
It is an unexpected pleasure.
We were just discussing romance.
Come on in.
Sit down, come on.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah.
Have a good night.
I really start to love this.
But it's dated, you know?
It's not dated, we just wrote it.
It doesn't even have a date on it yet.
- Why are you so contrary?
- Cause you wouldn't respect me otherwise.
- Do you think so?
- Babe, I Know so.
I love a man who speaks his mind.
Even when it's bullshit.
Hey stranger.
Hey you.
What time did you
come to bed last night?
I tried to wake up you.
- But you didn't move.
- I didn't feel anything.
How did it go yesterday?
With the apartments.
Good.
What's established?
I saw some a few things.
Most of them are pretty disgusting.
I think it's gonna take some time.
I'm sure that there was something
perfect in here, just ready to rent.
- So, how was work yesterday?
- Strange.
I had to deal with a 16 year-old bastard
having an ecstasy-induced psychotic episode,
and he thought I was Nazi.
Ironic.
- And upsetting.
- Yes, he was pretty upset.
This one looks good.
- Which one?
- This house.
In the Valley, on Greenleaf.
Right there.
- Were you in the studio for a long time?
- Nor not too long.
- Just taking a break?
- Yes.
Did you get much work done?
I think I'm pretty close to finishing.
No, on your dissertation.
Yes. It's going very well.
- Did you enjoy yourself?
- Where?
In the studio.
Yes, I did, actually.
It was stimulating.
Gee.
I don't know how you two
just think of getting up so early.
It'd totally burn me out.
- Hello.
- Hi.
You're right on time.
He's friendly, he's a pussycat.
You see that? He likes you already.
Come on in, I'll show you the house.
I want you to take the gown
out of your bag, Gloria, and put it on..
This isn't appropriate for public.
You don't understand the naked.
Naked is intimacy.
I am here with you.
There is no shame.
There is no separation.
And...
... I am not ill.
Yes, you are ill Gloria.
And I have no need for a green synthetic
nighty used to conceal the essence
of my simple skin
and my aching soul.
in the barren desert that is this land.
I'm moving in with my son
in Costa Mesa.
He thinks I'm lonely.
The truth is, he's lonely.
Sweet kid, he just
can't seem to connect.
Me and my wife lived here 40 years.
It's lovely.
Really. It's really lovely.
You seem like a very nice person.
I Hope you take the place.
I don't know about trust.
Maybe she just needed a nap or something.
Believe me, she's been
belligerent with everybody else.
I dealt with her last year.
I just listened to her, really.
Well, listening
is better than medicating,
no matter what they tell you.
Can I tell you something?
Sure.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hi, how are you?
- Fine thanks you?
- Fine thanks.
Did I leave you enough room?
Yes.
See you in the morning.
Another day at the office.
- All right?
- Hey. How you doing?
- Good. You?
- Okay.
Hey! Come on in the water.
It's delicious.
Maybe later. Thanks.
You're always welcome.
In fact more than welcome.
Obviously you're welcome.
It's your house.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
Someone else got there first.
The house was gone.
It won't be the worst thing
to stay here a little longer.
It's comfortable.
Well, depends on
your definition of comfort.
I mean I'm hardly even here,
it's not for me. It's for you.
Is it?
- Can you give me some lemonade?
- I'll see at the some around.
- How did you sleep?
- I don't know.
Whatever you gave me,
it took me down.
I felt full drugged.
You were drugged.
- I don't like downers.
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