Nice Guy Johnny Page #8

I was drunk and tired

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Unwind

Let the sleeping dog lie

Lie...

- Hey, listen,

you should just let me talk to her.

I'll tell her what really happened.

I feel bad. I feel a little responsible.

I'd feel better if I knew everything

was gonna be okay with you two.

- Well, thank you, but I think

that is a very, very bad idea.

- Why?

I'll just tell her

what a gentleman you've been.

- Yeah, but even if you told her

what happened and she believed you -

which she won't, by the way -

she's still gonna wonder

why we're having breakfast

first thing in the morning.

It... it's not worth it. I can handle it.

- You can tell her

you made a new friend.

- I don't think she'd like the idea of me

having a friend that looks like you.

- Then you better definitely not tell her

what a good time we're having.

- Good time?

No, there's no time for fun.

It's only:
''Hurry up, Johnny,

it's time to get a job!

It's time to make some real money!

Come on, Johnny,

it's time for a real career!

Stop being a kid! Grow up!

You're almost 25, for f***'s sake!''

- Wow.

Sounds like you really needed

to get that off your chest.

Dude, you should just call her right now.

- And say what?

- I don't know, man.

Just... tell her how you feel.

- Feel about what?

Is that her?

I bet you it's her.

That would be so weird.

- No. No, it's my uncle.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Uncle Terry, what's going on?

- I'm at the house,

just grabbing my sh*t.

Where are you?

- I'm at the beach, actually.

With Brooke.

- Oh, really? Really?

So I guess our little talk last night

did you some good after all. Huh?

Was it as mind-blowing

as you imagined?

- No, it's not like that.

She had too much to drink last night,

so I took her back to your place.

Which, by the way,

I found out isn't actually your place,

is it?

- Really? What makes you say that?

- Some English guy came,

woke us up, said if we weren't out

by 8:
00, he'd call the cops.

So what's the deal?

Is it your place or not?

- Did I actually ever say that?

I don't think I did.

- Yeah, you said,

''Mi casa es su casa.''

- Seriously, how the hell

could I afford a house this nice?

Look, I will pick you up

in the parking lot in about 10 minutes.

- All right, cool. I'll see you in a bit.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

My Uncle Terry's gonna pick me up

in a bit.

- Oh, really?

So this is it?

This is the...

end of our summer fling?

- Guess so.

You wanna go swimming?

- Looks kinda rough, don't you think?

I'm not the strongest swimmer.

- Come on, you got to dive in

at least once before you go.

- It's gonna be cold! No!

- It'll be good for my hangover!

- If it'll be good for your hangover,

all right.

- Wow.

Those waves look a little bigger...

bigger than I thought!

- I told you. I said they looked rough.

- All right, are you thinking

what I'm thinking?

Depends on what you're thinking.

- I'm thinking maybe, um...

let's go back.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Yeah, okay.

So, uh...

you know what you're gonna do

after the summer?

- I hadn't really thought that far ahead.

You got any ideas?

- Uh, you can go pro?

- Oh, I think that dream is dead.

But you know

what I always wanted to do?

- What's that?

- Cross-country road trip.

Maybe... find my way out to Oakland.

You should give me your phone

and let me put my number in it.

That way, just in case

you don't take this new job,

and you go back to your radio gig

and you still want to interview me,

you'll know how to get in touch.

- Yeah...

I don't think so, Brooke.

Yeah, I had fun this weekend.

I did, really.

I just...

don't think that's such a good idea.

You know, I feel like it's...

a little...

- Inappropriate?

- Yes.

Inappropriate.

- Yeah.

You know, I just don't think

Claire would understand.

Especially what happened this weekend.

- You're gonna take that job,

aren't you?

- Pretty much have to.

I gave so many people my word.

I dunno.

- Yo, lovers! How are you?

- Hey, Terry. How's Amy doing?

- What can I say.

She's sleeping like a baby.

- So I guess this is it, huh?

- Hey, um...

thanks again

for being so sweet to me last night.

- Yeah.

- I had a really great time

getting to know you.

- Me too.

Okay...

- Hey!

You forgot your mother-in-law's pie!

- Thanks.

- Now don't try and tell me

there's nothing going on between you two,

because love is obviously in the air.

So let's just hold up here a second

and let me ask you a question.

Are you sure you don't wanna stay

and take the train home tonight?

I won't be offended.

- No, I'm fine. Nothing happened.

It's not what you think.

- Of course, you're the type that

won't kiss and tell. I understand.

I forgot who I was dealing with.

Now let me smell your finger.

- That's gross. Can we go?

I wanna go, please.

- Are you absolutely sure?

Because even I can tell

that she's in love with you, man.

She's gonna be the one that got away,

the great missed opportunity

that's gonna haunt you

for the rest of your life.

You're gonna be standing on the altar,

about to say ''I do,''

and the last image

that flashes before your eyes...

... is gonna be that f***ing beauty

on that blue convertible.

All right, now if you don't think

that is the case...

... let me know and I will pull out

of this parking lot right now.

But if you have any doubts at all,

open that f***ing door right now

and run back to her.

- Can we go home... please?

- All right, kid.

Wow!

- Look, do you mind

if we pull over for a second?

- What you gotta do? Take a leak?

- No, I'd like to make a phone call.

And I want a little privacy,

if that's okay.

- You gotta call the fiance, huh?

The guilt is getting to you already?

- Yes. If you must know, it is.

- I knew it. I knew it.

I knew you'd tap that ass!

- No, I didn't tap anything. Okay?

That's not what this is about.

- All right. All right.

You're not the type that tells.

Young blood, admit to nothing, okay?

You're gonna go to the grave with this.

I know you think it's gonna help

by confessing -

that knot in your stomach -

but it won't.

- Shut up. It's ringing. It's ringing.

- Good morning, a**hole.

- Claire, I can explain.

- Absolutely not.

No, I'm not gonna let you explain.

- No, baby. Baby!

- F*** youI

I've done nothing

but good things for you,

and you've... you've taken

my kindness and my charity,

and my family's charity

and spit in our face.

So you can go...

you can go f*** yourself, Johnny Rizzo.

- Sh*t.

- That was fast.

Where did you get this pie?

It's phenomenal.

- No, Uncle Terry,

that was for my mother-in-law.

- Oh, sh*t. I didn't know. I mean...

I just ate a little bit of the crust.

- How am I supposed to give her a pie

without a crust, man?!

- Sorry, you didn't say anything.

What the f***? I mean...

- Where's the purse I bought for Claire?

- Why you asking me?

- I left it in the backseat.

Do you see it?

- You left it in the car

with the doors unlocked

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