Mercy Page #5

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- Right here.

They told me

you didn't want out.

- What's that?

- When I called to make bail,

they said you denied it.

I told them

you were mentally unstable

and I was your lawyer,

and if they didn't let you go,

I was gonna make a big deal

out of the thing or something.

What?

Nothing?

Got nothing to say?

- I don't know.

What do you want me to say?

- Nothing.

You want me to take you home?

No.

- You wanna come to my place?

- No.

- Chris isn't there.

- What is that supposed to mean,

Dane?

- I don't know what it means,

Johnny.

- You just said it

completely out of context, Dane,

so I'm asking you what it meant.

- Well, it wasn't completely

out of context.

I thought you might

want to be alone.

- Why?

Why would I want to be alone?

I got into a fight.

What's the big deal?

Get off my back.

- What?

You wanna get in another one?

I'll pull over right now,

you little f***.

Don't start with me.

Look, I don't know

what you want.

I come down here.

I bail you out.

You're trying to pick a fight

with me?

I can't read your f***ing mind.

You don't talk to me anymore

about sh*t.

What do you want me to do?

- Pull over.

Just pull the f*** over.

- Fine.

This what you wanna do with me?

- You're the one who just

said it in the car, not me.

- What the f***

is the matter with you?

- I f***ing miss her so much,

and I don't know

what I'm doing.

I'm sorry.

Come in.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- I just grabbed

a bunch of sh*t.

I didn't know what you needed.

- Just gonna be

a couple days, so...

But thank you.

- No, you should stay a while.

Let Chris pamper you.

Good food.

Good company.

Well, Dane's here, so...

food,

good food.

- See what happens.

- I got your typewriter

in the car.

You want me to go grab it?

- No, I don't need it.

Thank you, though.

- I'll get it just in case.

- I just said

I don't need it.

- Well, I brought it,

so I might as well...

- How about you throw it out

on the f***ing freeway?

- Done.

You should be using

a computer anyway,

you pretentious f***.

- Thank you for bringing me

my stuff.

- No problem.

- Ready?

- You know what?

I'm gonna sit this one out.

- Aw, come on!

- You see this?

She doesn't have a drink.

She doesn't have a drink.

Go and ask them

if they want any drinks.

You got to stock the cooler

at night.

You can't charge people $8

for a warm beer at 7:00.

- Sorry, Dane.

- Come on.

Christa, how you doing?

- I don't even know

why I'm here.

If you didn't want me to come,

you should have just said that.

- Aw.

Of course,

he wanted you to come.

You know, when you're not here,

he always goes,

"Oh, God,

I wish Jessica was here."

You don't need to hear that sh*t

tonight, right?

Who needs a drink?

- Yeah, let me get a scotch.

- Erik?

- I'll be right back.

- You gonna bring him a scotch?

- Don't start, Erik.

What the f*** are you

offering him drinks for?

- What do you want me to do-

he's a grown-ass man-

tell him he can't have a drink?

He's fine.

- Hey.

Don't I know you?

- I don't know, do you?

- Yeah, um, I'm Heather.

Roosevelt Hotel, a year ago.

I was working there.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, no, wait.

- What?

- One drink.

- One drink?

One drink.

Yeah.

That's right.

- You owe me one.

So come find me.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- By the wayside

was where I found her

She was subtle

with her face and eyes

And she was clever

in the waistline

Body like a baseline

And when she comes around

I'm Lou Reed

and wanna be inside of her

When underground, wanna lie

with her in the wildest ways

I was dazed and fluttered

like I climbed the stage

But I'm melting in the warmth

of her eyes and face

Her frozen place

She flashback

to childish days

She said, "I can't breathe,"

throwing up her long sleeves

Now I'm married to a concept

I can't conceive

And I wanna just leave,

but I can't just leave

Understand, 'cause, please,

I done lost enough sleep

Put my hands on my knees,

screaming, Oh, God, please

Some people think children

understand to degrees

But they see

nearly everything

You think they don't see

You think it's all...

- I just moved in

a couple of months ago,

so don't say anything.

- Simplicity's good.

So should we have a drink?

- It's a little late for that.

- You're so beautiful

So strange, so lovely

And so true

But if you...

- Stay there.

- I never said I love you

You're a dream come true

for someone

But not for me

You kept me warm

And I can't contain

It hurts to know the truth

- Is it me?

Do you want me to do something?

F***.

It's not working.

No.

- Keep going.

- I'm sorry.

- I got to go.

- Well, that's a first.

- What did you just say?

Hmm?

- Nothing.

- No, that's a true story.

- Hey, guys.

- Excuse me for a second.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

What are you doing?

- Where you been at?

- I was taking a walk.

- I saw your car was here.

I thought

you were taking a nap, so...

But then I realized

you weren't here.

- I'm a half an hour late.

- Yeah, I know,

but I thought you were here,

which would have given me time

to explain.

- Explain what?

- Well, there's nothing

really to explain.

- Who's that?

- She's a friend of Chris'.

They, uh-

they work together.

Super nice lady.

- Oh, I'll see you later.

- Johnny.

Stop.

Look, it's not a date.

All right?

It's not even not a date.

It's nothing.

Chris invited her over

to have dinner.

That's it.

She's really hot, though.

She is.

But that doesn't matter,

because it's not a date.

All right?

So just sit, have dinner.

Don't worry.

I'll do all the talking.

You don't have to say a word.

- Such an a**hole.

- Wait, listen, listen, listen,

listen, listen.

So his father,

along with being

one of the smartest,

was also one of the scariest

human beings

on the planet Earth.

- Mm-hmm.

- No disrespect.

I love the guy.

It's just-

well, it's a heavy combination.

I mean, he had hands

like grapefruits.

He looked at you funny,

and you start to cry.

- You'd start to cry.

- Whatever, tough guy.

Anyway, so we're at this

pool hall down on Fairfax.

- Yeah.

- Just down the street

from here.

Well, to make a long story

short, we start a riot.

We picked a fight with, what,

two or three guys?

Turns out to be

half the pool hall.

Before you know it,

one thing leads to another,

and we're fighting, like,

seven frat boy jag-offs.

- Mouth.

- What?

- Come on.

We have a lady guest here.

- What did I say?

Jag-offs?

What's the matter with jag-off?

- There's nothing wrong

with jag-off.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Jag-off.

Anyway, bottles are flying.

Chairs are getting smashed.

Boom.

This guy's like De Niro

in Mean Streets,

jumping up on tables,

whacking people

with f***ing pool cues.

What?

It didn't happen?

It didn't happen?

It's not true?

- It's true.

- Yeah.

Okay.

Anyway we-

so we get out of there.

I don't know how,

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