Leaving Metropolis Page #4

Mrs. Married Guy?

Will you invite her

to the opening?

Who said anything

about an opening?

It would be criminal to paint

something that brilliant

and not show it.

Oould be major.

I have to get back

to work.

That'd be my cue

to leave.

Where are you off to?

Dinner with Mr. Internet.

Oh, he's back?

We spoke on the phone

for an hour yesterday.

Don't call me

in the morning.

Ruff!

[Giggles]

Straight people

and gay people.

Mmm, mixed marriages

rarely work.

Oan't be any more f***ed up

than gay relationships.

Whatever, it doesn't...

Oh.

What?

I'm feeling a bit

fall-down-and-hit-my-headish.

I think you better

call my doctor.

[Background piano music]

(Kryla)

The f***er didn't show

then didn't call, didn't

answer my emails, nothing.

Never trust a lawyer

called Mr. Internet.

But he seemed

so real-time.

Men are such

fascinating creatures.

Too bad they're

all pricks.

Really.

You notice anything strange

about David recently?

Strange?

He seems distant.

I think he's in

the process of learning

he can't leap tall

buildings in a single bound.

He's just learning

that now?

Men.

That's not bad.

Why are you trying

on wigs anyway?

I have this potential

brain thing.

Potential brain thing?

Oancer, P.M.L.,

something.

F***.

Really.

And the doll

thing is...

Just something

I collect.

I always have.

So it's not some

post-modern comment

on feminism

or something?

Jesus, no.

I just like

a doll's life.

It's perfect,

you know.

Steady boyfriend.

Lovely home.

Lots of clothes.

Right, and you've had

the diner how long?

Just about a year.

It was a wedding gift

from my mother.

Is this gonna

be weird now?

I feel sort

of weird.

Me too.

Let's just forget it.

(Kryla)

Working with your spouse

isn't easy.

Do you and Matt ever

reach a point

where you want to

strangle each other?

Never.

No, Matt's always been

easy to get along with.

So you both maintain

outside interests?

Outside interests?

Well, I guess you've never

owned a diner before.

(Kryla)

Can't say that I have.

So it was

a one-off thing?

Yeah, sorry.

No problem.

(Kryla)

He must have girlfriends.

Matt must have guy friends.

All we have is

each other really.

You don't ever find

that limiting?

No.

You make it sound like

the perfect life.

(Violet)

Well, I'm trying.

(Kryla)

Thanks so much, Violet.

The doll thing

really resonates.

When will it run?

Saturday's Lifestyle

section.

To all the dead people.

How were we to know

mindless ass-f***ing

and intravenous drug use would

lead to such heartbreak?

I swallowed a fortune.

You ever sorry?

For being an escort,

for marrying a biker?

Tom was the best thing

that ever happened to me,

even if he was a

part-time junkie.

You're beautiful.

I'm incomplete.

I don't think Tom ever saw you

as anything but a woman.

Tom's not here.

I love you the way

you are.

Whatever you are.

We think we know f***ing

everything.

We think we've got it all

figured out.

But we don't know sh*t.

Hear, hear.

[Chamber music]

[Applause]

Thank you.

It is with great pleasure

that I dedicate this work

by one of our most infamous

and controversial artists

to the Province of Manitoba.

[Applause]

[Cameras flashing]

Is your friend

on drugs?

Almost constantly.

That is the weirdest

painting I've ever seen.

I suspect our editor

will agree with you.

She won't run it

if she doesn't get it.

I'll get them to go

with a shot of David.

He hasn't done any

publicity in a while.

Oh, my God!

What?

Superman's gonna tell Lois

who he really is?

I thought that's what

marriage was all about.

No secrets.

Sure, right.

I always thought it was kinda

weird she never figured it out.

(David)

Sh*t.

You never said

you were famous.

You never asked.

I knew it.

It's not that hard

to be famous in Winnipeg.

What the hell are

you doing working here?

It's a long story.

Jesus.

But I think maybe

it's time I moved on.

What?

I'm giving you my notice.

Oh, no.

It's okay.

I mean,

we don't mind.

You're going to have

to hire more waiters anyway.

Three can't handle

this place anymore.

I'll hang around for a day

or two until you get them.

We'll miss you.

We'll all survive.

[Traffic noise]

You don't have

to leave.

Yes, I do.

[People talking in background]

[Footsteps pattering]

These are pretty good.

They suck.

I never knew you

were this good.

Put it away.

Hon...

Put it away!

Sorry.

I didn't mean...

Why don't you go

see David?

He's busy.

(Shannon)

Got you something.

Superman reveals

all to Lois.

You know they're selling

for 15 bucks now?

And when did comic fans

gets so scary?

Those kids masturbate too much.

You can just tell.

Why don't you just call him?

It's better this way.

Being miserable?

Not painting?

My cocktail's not working

anymore, and my viral load

is going up.

Time for a whole new cocktail.

Time for a new array

of stunning

side effects.

F***.

I can't keep doing this.

We'll work it out.

Why bother?

Don't talk like that.

[Doorbell buzzing]

It's him.

How do you know?

X-ray vision.

I like women.

I've always liked women.

I've never wanted to do

anything like this before

except for Randy

in high school.

Maybe fag and lesbian

aren't nouns.

Maybe they're verbs.

But there's something

about you...

the things you say,

the way you look at me,

make me feel...

These paintings.

What about cheating

on Violet?

This is different.

How?

You're a man.

What do you want, Matt?

I feel like my skin

knows your skin.

I assume this means

you're not dumping me.

You'd never show

those paintings, would you?

I mean, to the public.

I thought

you liked them.

Love them.

But you couldn't...

I mean...

Might be my best work.

(Matt)

It's too scary.

I won't show them

if you don't want me to.

Promise?

Promise.

Clank

I think I love you,

David.

Me too.

[Soft rock music]

# #

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[Breathing heavily]

Yeah.

[Moaning]

# #

Yeah.

[Breathing heavily]

I gotta piss.

Don't forget to lift

the goddamn toilet seat!

[Flushing]

I'm not 11 years old.

How's David?

Good.

Maybe the three of us could do

something sometime.

Maybe.

How can you do that

without looking at me?

I look at you

all the time.

But I don't pose or anything.

I know what you look like,

Matt.

(Dr. Smithers)

Shannon,

until we can find out

what this shadow

on your brain is,

we'll have to postpone

the surgery.

Again?

For how long?

We have no way of knowing.

If surgery is required

or chemotherapy,

we have no way

of telling how long your body

will take to heal.

We can't

postpone it again.

We have to.

I'm sorry.

This isn't going to happen,

is it?

You have to be patient.

I'm tired of being patient.

F***.

[Soft instrumental music]

(Matt)

I'm not hurting you?

(David)

It's not that big.

(Matt)

Funny, funny.

[Both moaning]

# #

[breathing heavily]

(Matt)

This is great.

(David)

Oh, yeah.

[Moaning continues]

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