Laurel Canyon Page #5

and then lock her up.

I think she wants to be locked up.

Exactly.

...make your analysis

with three general patterns

of emotional response.

Rage

it is the response

to the primary stimulus

of thwarting.

- Should I be embarrassed for us?

- I am.

You're gonna have another?

I should probably go.

Come on, Golan.

How often do you get the night

and the morning off?

- I'd stay for another.

- Okay.

...is the emotional response to love

and usually the result of

a show of affection.

Tom, can I use your phone?

Yes, that's in there.

- We'll do very well together.

- Absolutely.

For a while.

Cannot you get

past your cynicism?

I've just broke up

with somebody, baby.

I thought you forgot all about it yet.

- Hello?

- Al?

- Who are you with?

- Just some of the resident.

I'd like to leave, but...

...Sara's driving and

I don't want to be rude.

Do you want to come down?

No, I'll see you

when you get home.

Alright.

You're ageist.

- That's what it is.

- Oh, please...

Then what are you afraid of?

Breaking your heart.

Running your ass

to the ground, buddy.

Why do you want to ruin it

with this domesticity?

Because...

...I've never met a braver woman.

I'm deeply, deeply attached to you.

Looks like we've got company.

How you doing, Alex?

- Okay, I think.

- Are you getting some work done?

No, not tonight.

- Where's Sam?

- Out.

- Without you?

- Well, I didn't want to go.

So pour yourself a drink.

Spend some time with us.

Yes, go get a drink

and come back out.

- Are you sure?

- She's sure, I'm positive.

Oh, I will have another whiskey sour

while you're at the bar.

So will Jane.

Cheers.

Tasty, huh?

It's a good combination.

You made it perfectly,

you could be a bartender.

- Want to come in?

- No, that's okay.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Oh, you've just

washed your hair...

- No, I haven't.

- So?

So, I just don't want to get wet.

Really?

- You seem like you do.

- Cut it out.

What? She wants to swim,

she's afraid to get wet.

I am not afraid.

You wanna have it!

Sh*t!

- I can't believe you!

- See what I have to put up with?

- It's not so bad, is it?

- That's freezing!

That's because

your clothes are wet, silly.

You really are a jackass, God!

No name calling now.

We're all adults here.

- That's better ain't it?

- That's definitely warmer.

I'd rather be in here

than out there in that cold world.

You're so polite, Alex.

It's okay to leave the ivory tower

and live a little.

Yes, I can drive.

- Are you sure you're not drunk?

- I am not. I drank less than you.

No, you did not.

Do you want to kill me again?

I didn't kill you

the first time, did I?

Goddamit, you're flustering me.

Turn it to the right.

- I know how to open a door.

- Apparently you don't.

- Didn't break up the lock?

- You should let me drive.

Get in.

Sara...

Yes.

I think we should

take the higher road.

And what would that be?

Sublimation.

Is that okay?

It's intellectual.

- I know.

- And not very honest.

And neither satisfactory.

Satisfying.

I think you know what I mean.

Al?

You up?

- You up?

- I am now.

Can we talk?

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

I'm just...

...wondering about something.

Okay.

Why does your father

hate psychiatrists?

He doesn't hate psychiatrists.

Okay. So...

- Why does he hate me?

- He doesn't hate you.

What are you talking about?

He thinks you're great.

Why are you so concerned about

what my father thinks suddenly?

He's a puritan.

He quotes Proust and wears tweed.

He doesn't know anything about us.

Do you think that we should

have got married before?

Before when?

Before coming out here?

He runs along with low-class people,

spends all my money on drugs

and ends up in a mental hospital!

I'm so close to letting go on him.

I might give up my rope here.

I think that what's going on

with Wyatt is complicated.

and I don't think that your anger

is helping him with his problems.

My anger?

I'm not angry. I am furious!

Because it's all about me, see?

It's all about me.

I won't tolerate this disgusting,

degenerate behaviour,

and the disrespect for me

and my values, and what I stand for!

he/she hears, Mrs. Jones.

Give your values a rest for a second.

Your kid's in trouble.

May your shade be sweet

and float upon the lakes

May your shade be sweet...

Jesus, Claudia.

Gimme a f***ing break!

No, my relationship with Ian

has nothing to do with this.

It's none of your business anyway.

No, it is not slowing anything down.

These conversations

are slowing us down.

I can't believe I'm hassled into this.

That was totally patronizing.

Claudia? It's Ian McKnight.

Lovely, thanks. Listen...

I don't know why you're so

fascinated with our sex life,

but for the record,

Jane's an amazing shag.

We're more to the point...

We're just about done with your "single",

and I'm sure you'll be orgasmic

when you hear it.

so let's give the telephone

a little rest, shall we?

- Cheers.

- Great.

You're a f***ing diplomat.

This is it. It's going to hell.

F*** her.

Who the f*** cares?

We'll take it somewhere else.

Okay. You hire a lawyer.

- That's all I wanna finish.

- What, with the lawsuit?

No, with that song.

- Which song?

- The song I've just played to you.

- It's a ballad.

- So what?

- Do you want me to hand them a ballad?

- That's right.

You're kidding, right?

Tell me you're f***ing kidding.

I'm not f***ing kidding.

Alex was right.

Alex was right...

The other song

doesn't pull you in.

It pulled me.

Pulled me right across the room.

I am serious.

- Is it about Alex?

- No.

Alex knows nothing about this,

She's into flies and domination.

Determinism.

- Ian?

- Jane?

Do you like it?

- Jane?

- What?

- Did you?

- Yeah.

I said I did.

Well alright then.

Let's just finish

the record, darling.

I can't stand to watch Claudia

wind you off any longer.

It's starting making me jealous.

I could look in your face

for a thousand years

It's like a civil war

of pain and of cheer

But if you were a horse

I could help you with your chains

I could ride you through the fields

by your fiery mane

May your shade be sweet

And float upon the lakes

where the sun will be

made of honey

I cried diamonds while you burnt

cause no one here can save you

Oh sorry. Excuse me.

Hello, Sam? Hold on one second.

Where?

No, I can't hear you.

There are a lot of people there?

Yeah, I guess like

fifteen, twenty or so.

Shrimp Cocktail

and something else.

No, I don't see any crab cakes...

- Do you want to come up?

- No I'd probably quit.

No, stay.

Yes, I am sure.

Okay, I will.

I promise.

- Were you trailing me?

- Maybe.

Why didn't you catch up to me?

Sara?

I was sublimating you.

You should not be in a band.

You might work in a bank.

I'm not usually

so aggressive.

I don't believe that.

I am not.

I just...

...I don't really know you.

I just feel connected to you. I feel...

I feel safe with you,

like it's okay to be honest.

It's just one of those things.

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