Poison Ivy Page #2

"Try it, buddy,|and I'll cut your dick off"?

I'm causing a problem, right?

- That's OK.|- Wait.

I don't think your mom|wants me here now.

I want you here.

She's sick.|It makes her act crazy.

She just cares about you.

Maybe I'll see you at school.

Do you go to Oakhurst, too?

Yeah. She has a scholarship.

I know.|I'm kind of out of place there.

I'm always out of place...

especially here.

Your home is really beautiful.

Coop's the first girl I've met|in the city that I can talk to.

She's a good person.

It's blocked.

Where do you live?

My aunt gets money|for letting me stay there.

I get the picture.

Here. Let me.

What are you doing?

It was too low.

Try it now.

Aren't you afraid?

Of what?

Catching death.

Oh, Mom.

Energy never dies.

It just changes form.

You see if you're ready|to change form...

when you're|thirty-eight years old.

Well, my mom died|in her forties...

but she was dead|way before that.

She only pretended to be alive.

She was coked out all the time,|looking out windows.

Every shadow was a cop|or a dealer she owed.

She was always asking|if I heard noises.

And she flinched|every time I touched her.

Even for a hug.

I bet you drove it with|the top down even in the rain.

Best time.

I hope that when I die|I'll have owned a sports car...

had a family...

a home.

Mom died an old lady who never|did anything with the top down.

One day with the top down is|better than a lifetime in a box.

Groucho said he wouldn't|belong to any club...

that would have him as a member.

I know what he meant,|but with Ivy it was different.

Her acceptance didn't make me|think less of her.

It made me think more of me.

At first,|we wandered around, shopped.

We developed an unspoken|division of labor...

she bought, I paid.

I got my first skintight|red leather miniskirt.

Of course, it wasn't for me.

Over the next couple of weeks,|Ivy sort of moved in.

No one seemed to mind.

My parents just got used|to having her around.

Ivy's aunt was in heaven.

She kept the money, we kept Ivy.

Mom really liked her.

I think Ivy's energy|was good for her.

It's true what Mom said.

A lot of people think|death is contagious.

Ivy's different.

Pretty phenomenal, really.

I mean, I never knew anyone that|looked that much like a slut.

Here she was...|my best friend.

I didn't really try|to slash my wrists.

I was trying to go outside,|and...

- It's OK.|- I ran through the glass door.

And Darryl is your real father,|isn't he?

I'm afraid so.

You look more like him.

No offense.

None taken.

My mom's pretty, huh?

Rare, huh?

Pardon?

It's so clear.

I'm freezing my ass off.

Want me to get a jacket for you?

A sweater?

I hear you're having a party.

It's just business.

Coop told me.

She's looking forward to proving|how hormonally balanced she is.

What are you going to do?

I don't have time|to paint them over.

Don't worry. I'll get lost.

Can you hand me my boots?

Sure.

Those cost|a hundred and fifty bucks.

Hundred and fifty?

That ought to do it.

You keep the change.

No. Coop's not here.|This is her friend.

Jim from Head Start?

I really admire|your guys' dedication.

Wait, I'll check.

The sixteenth?

Yeah, she's free.

No problem.

Great. I'll tell her.

I'm writing it down|on her calendar right now.

'Twist on one half-turn. "

More.

I'm following directions.

Dad, I noticed the Percodan|was out of Mom's room.

Got any instant?

Espresso.|Dark bean, healthy bean.

So what's next, you confiscate|her shoelaces and belt?

I want my pills back.

Now!

I'll get you one, honey.

I want the goddamn bottle.|They're mine.

Isabelle!

Turn it off.

Mom, he's only trying...

If I wanted to kill myself,|he couldn't stop me.

Ivy, would you take me|to my room, please?

I'm sorry.

I don't want to go|to school today.

Let's do something|that'll make my parents cringe.

Come on.

You sure you're twenty-one now?

Twenty-two.

And how old's your friend?

Thirty.

God damn, you ladies look fine.

Could we change the music?

It helps me concentrate.

Let him concentrate.

Yeah, 'cause you're next, honey.

No, thank you.

Come on.

How about a little penis...

that says down the shaft,|"plan ahead"?

Why does the penis|have to be so little?

It's one of my hottest sellers.

Usually the ladies like 'em|between their breasts.

You sure that's sterile?

You bet.

Come on.|How about an artsy one?

It would be like we're sisters,|like blood sisters.

If the infection didn't kill me,|my dad would.

I thought you said you were|thirty. What's happening?

She's having a little problem|leaving home.

What's more important,|death or friendship?

Please.

I'm just not the type.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

But I am? Low-class?

You rich little b*tch...

with your socially|acceptable rebellion.

What am I, just another one of|your inner city charity cases?

- I'm so sorry.|- What?

That you don't have|to teach me to read.

Must break your heart.

F*** you.

You know what?|You don't have any class.

As a matter of fact,|you look like a slut.

Coop, wait.

I need forty bucks|to pay this guy.

I don't have any money.

Why don't you suck his dick?|Maybe he'll give you a deal.

Take American Express?

I don't think she's thirty.

Shut up.

One of those bills is a hundred.

This one?

Yeah. I need it back.

I'm sorry.

What about?

I'm the a**hole.

But you're still my best friend.

Till death.

That's beautiful.

Get away.

Oh, my God.

Where's the f***ing bus?

I don't need no f***ing bus.

I don't need no Mercedes.

I'm in charge of my own fate.

Get the hell off the street!

Because the only people|safe there are the drug dealers.

Cosmic.

F***, let's get out of here.

They have more firepower|than the police department.

- Where are you going?|- Home.

Come on.

Carsick.

Thank you.

I'll tell you one thing...

the kids are learning|the metric system here...

kilos, grams,|that sort of thing.

We're in jail, and we've|put ourselves in jail...

while the people|who should be behind bars...

are free on the streets.

This has been|a piece of my mind.

I'm Darryl Cooper...

general manager of KTVM.|Thank you.

And we're clear.

Can I get a juice,|a couple of aspirin?

I always seem to be|looking at life...

from the wrong side|of the window.

Maybe I should bleach my hair,|change my life, you know?

Platinum.

I think you'd look|like a little scangie ho.

I'm a geek.

You're beautiful.

Really?

I promise.

Do you think|I'll ever have big tits?

Girls with curly hair usually|have big tits, don't they?

Late bloomers|always turn out best anyhow.

Don't patronize me, Ivy.

I'm not patronizing you.

I'm loving you.

You love me?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Let's go.

The FBl is gonna forget|about the bomb threat.

They figured it was some kid.

Nobody knows whose.

Do I look older?

What?

This is...

all I have.|I can't start over.

You must own half|the Valley by now.

Why do you need a job?

Is this party going to help?

They're going to eat your food,|drink your booze...

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