London Page #8

Go and talk to your chick.

l can't. To be honest, l'm thinking|about making for the elevator.

l can't go out like this.|She doesn't even want me here.

Look, l hate to break it to you, mate...

...but by now|she knows you're here...

...and, unfortunately,|time is not on your side.

What are you gonna do,|wait outside like a f***ing stalker?

Wouldn't be the first time.

-Go, man, go. Come on.|-No, l can't, l can't, l can't.

Listen to me. God.

Listen to me, you might not have|a 1 0-and-a-half-inch cock...

...but at least you can still f*** her.

So quit worrying about|all the bullshit.

The fact is, she's here, you're here.

Life's too short|to be a p*ssy, mate. Truly.

Come on.

l think l would love to do that. l don't|really know a lot of people there.

Not a whole lot going on in L.A.,|but we'll find something.

Hey, London.|Could l talk to you for a second?

Yeah. What is it?|What do you want?

l wanna know if we can go somewhere|and talk for a second, please.

You don't wanna talk here?|We can't just talk right here?

Please.

Syd,|A, this is my going-away party...

...and l think it would be pretty uncool|to the people who threw it for me...

...if l left just because|you wanted to talk.

And, B, l don't know|if you noticed...

...but we were kind of|in the middle of a conversation...

...so l don't know what to tell you.

Listen, l'm gonna grab another drink.|Can l--? Can l get you something?

Actually, yeah.

l'd love something.|Something strong.

-F*** me up.|-All right.

What about you, bruiser?|What are you drinking?

ls that a bottle of cockblocker?

So....

l heard you've been snorting drugs|all night. Really productive.

l heard you told people|l tried to kill myself.

That's really f***ing great of you.|l really appreciate it.

Who the f*** told you that?|l would never say that.

-You know that.|-The fact is, l have known you...

...since you were 1 0.|We have been through everything.

And you don't have|the decency to call--

-Please keep your voice down?|-What the f*** is that?!

-You wanna talk? Fine, let's go.|-Get the f*** off me.

l'm sorry, excuse me.

-l'm sorry, excuse me. l'm sorry.|-What?

-London, are you okay?|-Yeah.

We're just gonna--|We're gonna go and talk.

Yeah? Because if you want, l'll call|security and have him taken out.

Becca, could you do me a favor?|Stay out of this?

You've been doing coke in the|bathroom all night so don't tell me...

...what l can and can't do|in my own f***ing house...

...considering you|weren't even invited.

lt's cool, Bec. We're gonna go.|lt's gonna be fine.

lt's not cool, London.|Baby, he wasn't invited.

You didn't want him here,|l didn't want him.

-No one wants him here.|-Becca, can you relax? Please?

-Don't tell me to relax.|-Why can't you relax for two seconds?

-We're leaving.|-You're shouting at my f***ing party.

Also you're psychotic.|You couldn't take a hint...

...if it smashed you in the face.|She doesn't want to be with you.

-Not even 20 seconds.|-We're leaving. Let's go.

-Bec, we're leaving. l'm sorry.|-You know what?

l'm sorry, London, and l'm not|trying to be a b*tch here...

...but when you come back,|you come back alone.

l don't want you|in my house again, all right?

Or l will call the cops.

Becca, l'm really trying|to be calm here, all right?

F*** off. l'm so tired of you|and your psycho f***ing sh*t.

You wanna talk about psycho?

-Let's talk about your f***ed-up life.|-Stop it.

-F*** you!|-F*** this! You wanna f*** with me?

You wanna f*** with me?|Let's do it right f***ing now.

Why don't you f*** off, alrighty?

You weren't even invited to this.

-You wanna f*** with me?|-Stop it. We're leaving right now!

How many friends did you f***|freshman year? Fifteen, 20?

l think l lost count. Was it|the whole f***ing pledge class?

Jay, you never really know|your girlfriend.

lsn't that a total mind-f***?

You're a f***ing bastard!

You f***ing wanker! Get the f***|out of my f***ing house!

Hey!

-F*** you.|-Come on, then!

F***ing prick.|You want some, you f***ing slag?

Hey, Syd!

Here, you c*nt.|Have some of that, you f***.

F*** off. Come on, then.

Hey, Syd!

Get off, you f***ing a**hole.

You f***er. Get the f*** off him.

Come on.

Wait a minute, l gotta get Bateman.

What? Who the f*** is Bateman?

Come on, you c*nts!|You want some, do you? Do you?

Let's go, Bateman. Come on.

-My coat. My Burberry coat.|-F*** it, leave the jacket.

-l've had it 1 0 f***ing years.|-l'll get it.

-Are you f***ing crazy?|-We'll be downstairs.

Guy's f***ing nuts.

-You're bleeding.|-l am so sorry.

-Where?|-This is f***ing insane.

-You are insane.|-l am so sorry.

lf you wanna go back, l understand.

-You don't wanna talk?|-Yeah, l wanna talk. l mean....

Well, where?|Where do you wanna go?

My car's two blocks away|if you want coffee.

-Yeah, okay.|-All right. Okay.

Look, you're probably not|gonna believe this at all...

...but l was kind of glad|when l heard you were at the party.

Ever since you and l broke up,|l've wanted...

...to have a normal conversation,|just a normal conversation with you.

And l just feel like every time|l see you, it just gets so, like....

Like, weird and chaotic and scrambled,|and l can't organize my thoughts...

...and l can't even express the most|basic things l want to say to you.

l know. Me too.

Whatever we had when we were|together, when we were in love...

...that feeling of just being able to lie in|bed with someone for days and days...

...and not give a f***|about the outside world...

...is gone.

And l feel like there's nothing|l can do to ever get it back.

Do you know how painful that is?

Yeah. Yeah, l do.

l cried for weeks when we broke up.

You cried for weeks?

Yes.

The hardest thing|l've ever dealt with in my life.

How long did you go through that?

A long time. A long time.

l mean, the first month,|it was so f***ing bad. And then...

...you know, slowly, it gets better.

That's the difference|between you and me, London.

l'm still going through it.

l tried to call you|a dozen times today.

l'm terrified. l'm-- l'm afraid.

Of what? What are you afraid of?

l'm afraid of falling in love|with you again.

-Sorry, Syd.|-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, man, you f***ed|your eye up.

Yeah, great party, mate.

lt was f***ing insane.

-But good chat, seriously.|-Definitely.

You know, they say the greatest|conversation you'll ever have...

-...is with a stranger?|-Who says that?

Some useless c*nt.

You guys need a ride?|We can go uptown.

Me and Mallory....

Don't know. We're gonna|catch a late drink...

...cup of tea, something or other.

Raise the flag, perhaps.

Good luck. Thank you.

That's it. Thank you, mate. Truly.

London, lovely name, darling.

-Thanks.|-Nice to meet you.

-Have a safe flight.|-Nice to meet you.

-Come by the bar, all right?|-l will.

London, call me. Have a safe flight.

We're gonna catch a little drink.

All right.

Can l ask you something?

Yeah.

You do love him?

l never said l was in love with him.

Listen, Syd.

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