Leaving Metropolis Page #3

[Panting continues]

Okay.

Bastard.

Shall I mention

the scintillating wall of dolls?

I thought we'd save it

for a later feature.

I will give them

a mention.

Only because I have a date

with Mr. Internet tonight,

and I'm

in a good mood.

Don't push it.

Let's go out tonight.

Where?

I don't know.

Honey, I'm dead at

the end of the day.

Just hang out.

Hear some music,

have some beers.

No, really.

Oome on.

We'll dance.

Dance?

I can barely walk.

I need to do something

besides work here

and hang out at the

apartment all the time.

See the paper today?

No.

What?

(Matt)

"An all round homey and

excellent establishment

that recalls the comfort meals

prepared by a favorite aunt."

You'll notice she

included the address.

Matt had us watching

The Sun.

You really think

this'll help business?

(David)

I think so.

Welcome to the Main

Street Diner.

Are you ever wrong?

Only with

sports questions.

He knows everything.

He know how to keep

you out of trouble?

What?

Well, the husband needs a night

out, and I'm too damn tired.

You wanna keep an eye

on him for me?

I charge extra

for baby-sitting.

I'm good for it.

Okay.

Great.

Right this way.

Hey.

DO's the best.

Marvel sucks.

Batman,

Wonder Woman.

Get real.

There's no one better

than Superman.

True, Superman's

the best of them all.

Superman transcends

the medium.

Whatever that means.

Superman's an icon.

(waiter)

Here you go.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Why don't you have

some guy in your life?

I don't know.

You don't seem...

(David)

What?

Faggy.

Neither do you.

[Chuckles]

You're going to be mentioned

in the paper again.

How do you know?

I have the mutant power of

predicting the future.

How 'bout predicting

when I'm gonna see

these paintings of yours?

Why is that such

a big deal to you?

I love talent, man,

talented people.

What if you don't

like my work?

I'm pretty sure

I will.

[Background rock music]

You know, l...

Yeah?

My last year

of high school.

This new guy,

my friend.

I think maybe we were

kind of in love.

Really?

Not like fags

in love.

Like guys,

you know?

Lots of guys have those kinda

things when they're young.

Really?

Oh, yeah.

You ever f***

around with him?

No.

Night, buddy.

Night, Matt.

(woman)

# This is the beginning

of me. #

# Yet somehow it's the ending

of my freedom, freedom. #

# What, is that all? #

# I was found, and now

I'm lost; I'm lost inside. #

# For every wish,

it's freedom, freedom. #

# Oh, oh, oh, oh. #

# I will lay down

all my dreams, #

# and dream the dreams

you want me to. #

# And I will lay down

at your side #

# and wait for you

to tell me that you love me. #

# Love me. #

# Looking at the definition,

I have drawn #

# my own conclusions

about freedom, freedom. #

# What, is that all? #

# To be loved

and to belong to someone, #

# somehow makes me strong

as freedom, freedom. #

# Oh, oh, oh, oh. #

# I will lay down

all my dreams and dream #

# the dreams you

want me to, #

# and I will lay down

at your side #

# and wait for you

to tell me #

# that you love me,

love me. #

# There is a fine line

between love and obsession. #

# The more that I need you, #

# the more I become

your possession. #

# I will lay down

all my dreams, #

# and dream the dreams

you want me to, #

# and I will lay down

at your side #

# and wait for you

to tell me that you love me. #

# I will wait

for you to love me. # #

I've got something

you should see.

What?

A painting.

Tonight?

Let me handle it.

[Exhaling deeply]

[Background techno music]

Are you almost done?

Those tables look like they

might be in for the long haul.

And we've got to rotate

everything in the beer coolers.

Sh*t, honey,

I'm exhausted.

Why don't you go on ahead?

I'll meet you at home.

Don't be late.

No promises.

You stay out of trouble.

Your family got money

or something like that?

Something like that.

This place is amazing.

Thanks.

I mean, what more could

an artist want?

Oh, sorry.

I thought you had

the radio on.

My pig daughter,

Scrunta.

You came into

the restaurant.

That's right.

I'm Matt.

Shannon.

I didn't know you knew

each other.

David's been kind enough to

front me a room down the hall.

Drink?

Oh, no.

Thanks.

I was just...

off to bed.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

She's sexy.

- She has a dick.

- What?

She was born a man but believes

there's a woman's soul

in her body, and she's spent

her entire adult life

trying to let her out.

She's got a dick?

Stay with the tour.

So when does Shannon

get a twat?

I don't know

if she will.

(Matt)

Why not?

Shannon tested HIV plus

about nine years ago.

Her lover died of it.

They don't really recommend

surgery for people

with some of Shan's

health problems.

I thought that AIDS was

nearly cured or something.

No, you just read

about it less.

What is this?

The names of everyone

I know who have died of AIDS.

Sh*t.

Yeah.

You HIV positive?

No.

Good.

What were you gonna

show me?

Oool.

I have to unveil it.

Sure.

F***!

You painted that?

Yeah.

I'm beautiful.

Yeah.

F***.

What?

I'm getting a hard-on.

[Panting]

Good.

I am straight.

I don't mind.

I went to David's

for a drink.

I didn't think you'd mind after

we stayed late and everything.

I was worried.

We just lost track of time.

(Violet)

I didn't know if

you were in an accident

or if someone broke

into the restaurant or what.

I'm fine.

You know, the night

my father left my mother,

he just never came

home from work.

Jesus, Vi, I didn't think

it'd be a big deal.

You said you were tired.

I assumed you'd be sleeping.

Went up to his place?

He had this painting

he wanted me to see.

He didn't come on to you

or anything like that, did he?

F*** no.

Just kidding.

You really should lock

your door.

That is an alarmingly

beautiful painting.

Isn't this...

Yes, it's the married guy

from the restaurant.

You're painting the married

guy from the restaurant.

Toke?

You wouldn't happen to be

getting f***ed regularly

and be in intense

emotional pain, would you?

No.

You must never

sleep with him,

no matter how much

you want to.

He is a married man.

He has a wife.

Is he a fag?

Is he?

Oh, God.

I hate it when

women marry fags.

It's so...

insidious.

Is he in love with you?

Is he?

No.

And he's not a fag.

You don't fool me.

I hate it when men fall

in love with each other.

It's so much easier

for them, you know?

All that sh*t that

drives women crazy

makes perfect

sense to them.

You haven't slept

with him, have you?

No.

David?

No.

Is this a party?

You okay?

Just a headache.

Just look

at this painting.

My dear!

(Kryla)

Now look me in the eye

and tell me

he is not in love

with his subject.

(Shannon)

So what if he is?

The subject is married.

(Shannon)

And an adult.

He took a vow.

How many honestly

monogamous men have you met?

B*tch.

You're being awfully

Ohristian about this.

What about

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