People I Know Page #3

with me, honey.

Hey, Ms. Hopper!

Ms. Hopper!

Come on!

How about a picture?

Come on!

Look over here!

Ms. Hopper!

Let's be quick.

Okay, honey?

So pack up, now.

This is not a room.

It's a vagina.

And how would you know

what a vagina looks like?

Well...

Room service.

I need two Monte Cristos.

One on sourdough

and the other a double corona.

Oh, see...

one is a sandwich,

and the other is a cigar.

What do you want?

I'd like one of them...

Italian antiacids.

Fizzle in the water

like a science experiment.

What's it called?

Brioschi?

Why don't you call and see?

Okay.

There were vigils for the deportees.

Demonstrators spent the day

in front of City Hall.

No. Don't.

Don't change the channel.

Come on.

You got to pack, honey.

We're gonna do something here.

F***.

Cary, how f***ing dare you send

a f***ing publicist?

You know what?

You know what?

I have lists of all you fat,

old, impotent fucks!

Oh! Jeez.

Maybe I'm just a cracker

from down South, but...

what you want to go back

to hustling for?

Who said I was a hustler?

- Well...

- No.

Put down my underwear.

I don't know.

See...

F***.

You wouldn't want to take a nap

with me, would you, honey?

You know?

Just crawl up on the bed here

for a half-hour or so?

And do what?

F***?

That a challenge?

Well... I have to say.

You look like someone

who doesn't like to touch

other people.

I need it to be romantic.

I can do romantic.

Please.

Don't.

What do you and Cary do?

Hmm?

He likes games.

Sports.

Like baseball?

Football?

Polo?

Ping-pong?

Less physical, you know?

More like chess.

You look terrible.

Are you okay?

Well, you think this is what

I want to do with my life?

I want to spend my nights like this?

He calls, I come.

His slave.

Everybody's looking for

an out clause.

But you got to do it soon.

Okay, honey?

'Cause you don't look like

you can take

much more of this sh*t.

I'm gonna wash my face.

I'm gonna clean myself up.

I can't do this with you.

I'm getting out soon.

I got some property in the Tidewater.

And I'm gonna build me

a little shack on the water.

Well, it sounds good to me.

You can come anytime.

Oh, Jesus.

These hotel room lights.

I tell you.

I love the country.

It's nice.

Pastoral.

Oh, man.

I look like Dracula's

Uncle Morty from Kiev.

Oh, man.

I should be embalmed.

Oh, my God.

Oh, man.

Sandy? Sandy?

Did you get my message?

It's Eli.

I call you.

Well, don't you call back?

What kind of doctor are you?

Listen.

I'm definitely seeing blood

in my urine now.

Yeah.

I don't know.

I don't...

Did I have too many beets?

Oh, Jesus, Sandy.

What are you?

Man, I don't know.

Maybe I had too many drugs.

Did you ever think of that?

Maybe it's the lights in here.

Oh, sh*t.

I don't know.

Oh, it's the whole thing, Sandy.

I went to Harvard.

I went to Harvard Law.

You should see what I got

in the other room.

I got a starlet in there

with more drugs than I've ever seen.

We could start a f***ing cartel.

Yeah.

I know.

I'll just take some Ambien.

I will take some Ambien.

Yes. Yes.

I know. I'll get some sleep.

Sandy.

Oh, Sandy.

You gonna come to my benefit?

You coming tonight?

Yes.

Ahmet Ertegun, no.

Paula Abdul, no.

Eartha Kitt, maybe.

And Kelly Klein wants to know

if she can bring Tina Chow's sister.

What?

Time to get up.

Barry called.

He's not sure

he's gonna be back in time.

Nor is Sandy.

But Calvin is coming late, maybe.

And Ross Bleckner wants to

bring Larry Rivers.

Who RS VP'd?

Did Regis?

Did you get him?

No.

Dr. Napier is here.

Sandy? Why?

You seem to have called him

about blood in your urine

in the middle of the night.

I did?

Yeah.

And then again, like an hour later,

about your life and taking

a whore to an airport.

A what?

I don't know.

Eli, are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

You got the seating chart?

Wrong glasses, E.

No.

Don't put the Grants next to the bar.

They're gonna make noise all

night trying to get martinis.

- What's the matter with you?

- I don't know.

I got to train you 24-7.

All right.

You work on my speech?

Here's a draft.

Jilli Hopper.

You know, that hot model

and star of the USA Network's

"Assassina."

Yeah. All of that...

What do you think?

You're no Ted Sorensen.

Who's that?

Your blood pressure is even

a little higher than usual.

What does that mean?

It may have something to do

with what's going on down there.

Oh, you know,

I got this big night tonight.

I got these poor boys

being persecuted.

You really don't remember calling me?

No.

Eli, you're taking too much stuff.

I know.

You're right.

But you give me all this stuff.

What is this crap you're giving me?

Oh, come on.

Do you mix these things?

Huh? What else?

Well, I might have had

some opium with some E.

Would that make me see things?

Gee, I don't know, Eli.

What do you think?

Of course you're hallucinating.

Restoril, Elavil, speed,

yohimbe, Zocor, Sonata.

I said just take a couple of Ambien.

Of course you're blacking out.

This would black out

the Oakland Raiders.

I'm not blacking out.

Come on.

I just got stuff on my mind.

Did you write a check

for the defense fund?

Who do I make it out to?

The Nabante-Makabeni

defense fund.

These things you get involved with.

These are innocent guys.

You can't just go rounding people up

because they're foreigners.

This town used to open up.

It's become a police state.

Nobody cares.

Nobody's doing anything about it.

The Transport Worker Union says

they'll strike

against the B-line

and Liberty Bus Lines

if they don't get

an acceptable offer by midnight.

We hear from Cary?

Yeah. He's not coming.

Where do we seat Dick Holbrooke?

Oh, I don't know.

Next to Stephanopoulos.

Wherever he is.

I want you to messenger

another invitation

to Elliot Sharansky right away.

Who?

You don't know who he is?

Huge money guy?

Do you read anything

besides "Entertainment Weekly"?

- No.

- Look him up.

Find him.

Come on.

Eli. You were gonna look

at my head shots today with me.

Michael. I forgot.

We were supposed to meet.

- I'm so sorry.

- That's okay.

Ross, Michael is a model.

- And he's an actor. Writer.

- Yeah, I know.

Maybe we could hook him up

with some agents.

You're late.

They're in your office.

- Who?

- The committee.

You agreed to some meeting in Harlem.

Oh, sh*t.

I blanked.

You're doing a lot of that.

Don't be such a smartass, huh?

Just back me up.

Don't cut me down.

Jesus.

I'm sorry, Michael.

Come to this thing tonight.

Oh, hey.

Yeah.

A lot of people to meet.

We got Cary Launer.

No, we can't have the small room.

Tonight, then?

Thanks, Eli.

Because we agreed from the beginning

that we have the main floor.

What's this?

Who are you talking to?

Romeo at the Palm.

They want to move us

to the small room.

- Some event for fashion week.

- Oh, no.

Elsa Nye wants...

Oh, her? That whore.

She used to work for me.

I f***ed her.

She's always trying to...

Hello, Romeo?

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