Panic Page #3

You don't know that?

How could I know that?

Jesus. Good friend?

Not really, but still.

Business is business, alex.

A job is a job.

Get started on this, you hear?

I hear you.

I used to dance out there.

Where? There, the pavilion.

Saturday nights,

I'd take your mother,

and we'd dance.

And I was a good dancer,

tappin' my toes,

twirl her around.

She'd laugh.

Anyway...

hey. Hey.

You're too old to be smoking.

I'm not that old.

Yes, you are.

How's therapy going?

I'm wasting my money, which is

moronic, since I don't have any.

Then why go? Weak.

How's your family?

Okay. They're good.

What about your family?

What about them? Are they okay?

Well, my sister eileen's

anorexic,

her husband's f***ing

the baby-sitter,

my mom sits around watching soap

operas all day and eating pizza...

and my dad asked me the other day

if I knew the meaning of life.

What kind of question is that

for a 23-year-old daughter?

You're 23?

Why'd you ask me about my family?

You don't even know me.

You asked me about my family. I was

just being polite. Wanna have lunch?

Lunch? When? Yeah. Now.

What about therapy?

I think not.

Sorry. What for?

Didn't mean to freak you out. Look, alex,

there is no point in our having lunch.

Why not?

Because you're married.

I didn't ask you to go to bed,

for god's sake. Yes, you did.

I think you're jumping

to conclusions here.

Am I? Yeah, you are.

Did it ever occur to you

that I might have a boyfriend?

Do you? Yes.

Who? None of your business.

Thanks.

???? Sorry.

Why are we here?

We're having fun.

We are? This is fun? Yes.

This is fun.

If this is fun, shouldn't I be having some kind

of fun feeling that lets me know it's fun?

Shut up, sarah. Hey! Hey!

Oh! Damn, you guys look great.

Thank you. Hey,

candace, what's up?

Hey. Guys, this is sean.

Sarah, tracy. Hello.

Hey. How are you? Sean, do you

think tracy and I look great?

Yeah, I certainly do.

Would you like us, sean?

Excuse me! Would you like us?

Both of us? What do you say?

I say, of course, yeah.

What am I, stupid?

I say, so long,

it's been bad to meet you.

Hey, what's...

what's the deal here?

I think that's your exit line,

sean. Good-bye.

Who is he? I don't know. He

came with max and lilly.

He paints or something.

He's cute.

Odds or evens? Odds.

?? Like a flower bending

in the breeze??

?? Bend with me??

?? Sway with ease??

?? When we dance

you have a way with me??

?? Stay with me sway with me??

?? I can hear the sound

of violins??

?? Long before it begins??

?? Make me thrill

as only you know how??

?? Sway me smooth

sway me now????

?? Do you wanna go my way??

?? The future is clear

let's get into gear??

?? I'm willing to ask??

?? Do you wanna go my way??

?? You're out on your own??

?? You're never alone??

?? There's people around??

?? But do you wanna go my way??

?? They threw me out of town

said I'm a hooligan??

?? They never wanna see

my ugly face again??

?? I'm lookin' for a ride

I need to get someplace??

?? I'm feelin' disillusioned

with the human race??

?? Heat on the skyline

have you got the time????

Hey, it's sarah. Leave me a

message, and I'll call you back.

Hello.

Hi, it's me, alex.

How'd you get my number?

Who was that? Business.

At 1:
00 in the morning?

Ah, guy up in oxnard.

He's late with those

mother-of-pearl picture frames.

Had to get him at home.

Not in the house, alex.

Sorry.

I saw dr. Graylee today.

What's wrong? Nothing.

Just a checkup.

Everything's all right?

- Why did you tell me you had an appointment with him?

- Hmm?

You said you had an appointment with him.

You didn't.

Where were you?

Walking. I went walking.

Why did you lie?

I wasn't lying.

You weren't telling the truth.

I was seeing a shrink.

A shrink? Yeah.

As in psychiatrist?

Psychologist.

Why?

Do we have to talk about this?

Yes.

I was feeling weird.

Dr. Graylee said I should

go see this guy, so I did.

Weird. Yeah.

Unhappy.

The truth is,

you've always been unhappy.

That's not true. Yes, it is.

When I first met you

in that elevator,

were you really there

just to pass the time,

or was that just a line?

It was a line.

It was also true.

Because you couldn't sleep?

Because I was unhappy.

Come to bed.

- He's having an affair.

- You're being paranoid.

I'm never paranoid,

except when I do coke.

And I haven't done that since I got pregnant.

So what do you think?

I'm having a paranoid

coke flashback?

I think that your life is

good these days, really good.

You don't trust

when life is good.

You think it's a trick and that

something terrible is going to happen.

Oh, it's not true. Oh, it is.

You giving alex enough sex?

Jesus, deidre. Well, are you?

He won't come to bed with me. He just

stays in the kitchen and drinks beer.

Well, at least he's at home.

Hey, kid. Hungry? No.

Thanks.

Well, you're getting skinny.

You look like one of those rwanda

people, for Christ's sakes.

- I already ate, thanks.

- Your mother would like it if you came by, paid a visit.

- I'll drop by tomorrow.

- Bring the kid. She likes the kid.

Got him a birthday present.

- So, how's it going?

- Okay, good.

- Ready to make your move?

- Mm, not yet.

Why not? Just not

ready, that's all.

What the f***'s taking so long?

- It's tricky.

- Tricky.

Well, get the lead out, for christ sakes.

Clients are starting to get antsy.

The clients? The clients.

Remember them?

Those who pay us?

- Last time you said "client."

- What?

Last time you said "client,"

singular.

It could be a whole f***ing tribe.

It doesn't make any difference.

You get a gun yet? Not yet.

Jesus, son,

if I didn't know better,

I'd think you were dragging

your feet.

Alex? Perry, how's it going?

I'm trying to maintain

a philosophical attitude,

but the truth is, I'm kinda depressed.

Oh, what's going on?

It's patsy.

Her leg's acting up again.

She been to a doctor?

Doctor's been h.m.o.d.

All of a sudden, it's like his

office is this third-world airport.

You call him up, they put you on hold

for several days, you finally get 'em,

they tell you the next available

appointment's three months away.

Three f***ing months. I mean, she's

either gonna be dead or better by then.

Am I right? You're right.

What are you doing, shopping?

I'm shopping.

Take your pick.

Hello? Uh, h... hi.

It's me, alex. Can I come up?

Can I see you?

How'd you get my... f*** it, come in.

Can I ask you something?

Why are you here? I don't know.

No.

Sit down.

- Sorry.

- Stop apologizing.

- What do you want?

- You.

And then? Then?

After you have me, what then?

- I don't know.

- You don't know much, do ya?

No, I guess not.

So your plan is,

you have me, you ravish me,

your burr your pathetic middle-aged

pain in me, and then you say thanks...

or maybe you don't... and you

leave, and I never see you again?

Or, I see you again and again

because I make you feel better,

and you can't stand

not feeling better.

Either way, you finally get your sh*t

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