Laurence Anyways Page #4

We got a limo, with a chauffeur.

Slick!

A ball is a ball, you know?

I mean, go glam, girl!

Let me give it to you.

Oh, my gosh! My pen!

Hold on...

I can do it!

Whatever, whenever, call me!

Great. Thanks.

Ciao, Freddie darling.

Wait!

Third time's a charm!

F*** me!

That's a look, dude!

Sir, can you spare a quarter?

Gotta use the phone, love?

It's me, Laurence.

I know.

I recognized your voice.

Look, Mom, I...

You're off today, right?

Can we meet somewhere?

I can't leave the house.

Your father's having a bad day.

I just can't.

Maybe I could just come by?

We could go for a walk?

Not a good time.

Don't you care about me?

Don't manipulate me!

I don't get it!

You disappear from our lives.

Suddenly, you show up at the office,

you call out of the blue.

Did I ask you to?

I stayed away from you because...

I didn't want to see you

until I'd be honest!

Until I had changed!

Until I was myself!

Fine! Hooray!

You got what you wanted!

But you can't have it all.

I warned you, damn it!

I did, but you never listen!

Do what you want,

but I can't do this to your father!

I won't!

Maybe next week.

No, it has to be today,

I'm not doing well.

Do you understand?

I'm not doing well, Mom.

This is important.

I have to go. Your dad's calling.

Wait!

Maybe we can hook up next week.

Go to a museum...

Whatever. Maybe.

I don't know. We'll see.

Don't you love me anymore?

I'm coming, Pierre!

I'm sorry.

Make yourself at home!

I'm so sorry.

I'm Simon Belisle.

Laurence Alia.

Call me Baby Rose.

I'm more used to it.

Too bad the girls aren't around.

I'd have introduced you.

Old broads that got me

to join their band.

There's a back door.

You'll avoid the

window-shopping dinosaurs.

Right there.

Doesn't matter, doesn't matter...

May I know what happened

to your face?

Please?

I told you.

I fell down the stairs.

From a landing.

A landing or a helicopter?

I know, I didn't miss.

Damn slippery Steps-

Thank you.

I got fired.

I know it's scary,

but... I'll get severance.

We'll live on it while I'm writing.

We should use it to go to the country.

Or to the Isle of Black...

Ma'am?

Some more coffee, please?

Sure.

How about you, sir?

I mean, ma'am?

Sorry, but...

We can't really tell, huh?

Nowadays...

Especially with that look.

I mean... It's so cute.

I'm used to it.

You're going to make it.

We'll find a way.

You'll see a doctor,

I'll stay home and write. It'll be fine.

We'll fix you.

Oh. yeah?

I'm counting on you.

You're the man.

Hell, it's original.

I mean, what a look!

Is it just for fun or...?

The kitchen staff was wondering.

We see a lot of them in the street.

Some are professionals.

Are you guys together?

Cute couple.

Hard to stay in the shade, huh?

You stupid old bag!

Show some manners, miss!

Who the f*** do you think you are?

What's with the stupid

f***ing questions?

I'm curious! How can I not...

Relax!

It's Saturday brunch and we're packed!

Who's in charge here?

I am. What can I do for you?

Here's what you can do for me.

It's simple as hell.

Don't talk to me.

Don't ask questions.

Keep your dumb-ass-b*tch

opinions to yourself!

End of story!

Can't we f***ing exist

outside PTAs and picket fences?

Can we breathe this goddamn air

and have goddamn peace

in this butt crack town?

You're scaring the customers!

I'm scaring the customers?

I'm scaring the customers?

You're a riot, b*tch!

His nail polish must scare the sh*t

outta you, huh?

Everybody under their desks!

Look at me,

I'm talking to you.

Ever bought your man a wig?

Didn't think so.

Ever been afraid he'd

get beaten on the street

and not come home in one piece?

Do you walk in my shoes?

Do you live my life?

You and your questions,

stay out of my life!

You have no right over me!

You don't have the right to talk to us!

Serve coffee, bring food,

pick up your dollar

and shut the f*** up!

Saturday brunch.

Damn it, Fred, wait!

Leave me alone!

Thank you for...

Stop it!

You're gonna fix me!

Between you and me,

who really needs...

Who really needs to be fixed?

Leave me alone.

Elise?

Hi, it's Fred.

Fred Belair, Andre's daughter.

Do you still have that ticket

for the Cinbal tonight?

So you're the one

Baby helped yesterday.

Yes.

Thanks for having me.

The pleasure is ours.

We love visitors.

Who did this to you?

I got into a fight.

No kidding, Einstein!

It gets better, my ass.

I'm Mama Rose.

Laurence Alia.

Alia?

Like the cans?

The toilet bowl

and bidet company?

This is my sister, Auntie Rose.

Charmed.

Shookie Rose, my cousin.

Thrilled.

Dada Rose...

My '70s lover.

Guess who slipped!

And finally, Baby Rose...

My son.

Your son, puh-lease!

Silence!

In fact, Baby works with

the people down here at the warehouse.

Which, believe it or not, I own.

Down where?

Shazzam!

Holy sh*t!

I don't get it.

Are you guys singers or...?

How about both?

We brought stuff over

when we moved in.

My brother was already here.

He owned this. He died.

We inherited, but it's not our thing.

We're into show business.

But that doesn't pay the bills.

We get a bunch of closeted queers

who'll merrily dump wife,

kids and cat in Oregon

to come here and haggle over...

a fragment of a porcelain bowl

in which Robespierre...

may have dropped a deuce!

So there you have 'em...

The Five Roses.

The largest song repertoire

in the world.

It's lip synch.

How about you?

Do tell.

What's on your mind?

How many times?

- It's been a month.

- How many times?

Give me a number.

How many times?

- It's been a month.

- Give me a number, I said!

Five or six?

Five.

Seven, then.

Stef will help me pack later today.

We'll be done by dinner.

It's okay if you don't

want to see me again.

I'm moving to Three-Rivers next week.

The apartment is all yours.

What a manipulator!

Like your mother.

I guess she's paying for the move

and everything else?

That woman's not half

as smart as you are.

Stop it.

You'll be safe now.

You'll be safe.

You'll be safe, is that it?

Our love wasn't safe,

but it wasn't dumb.

What is it you want, Fred?

What is it?

A child? A house?

I can give you that.

I'll change. This is just an

adjustment period, it's normal.

Nothing to do with us.

We haven't had a chance.

Why are you dressed like this? Why?

Why not normal, as a woman?

To please you, baby.

- Tell me...

- Stop!

Tell me you're not in love.

Are you in love?

Answer me.

No, Say in

- I want to hear it!

- Yes.

Yes, you're in love?

Yes, I'm in love.

Check, please.

Miss?

Check, please.

Come in.

Come on!

Should I talk about

the letters I never sent?

To the A.Z. woman.

By calling her that,

don't you feel you are...

objectifying her?

No.

I call her A.Z.

because it all begins

and ends with her.

It's not a serial number

or a bar code.

So I wrote to her.

Letters I never sent.

Letters I threw in the gutter

or flushed away.

Like bottles into the sea?

Into an ocean of sh*t, maybe.

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