Postcards from the Edge Page #6

When did you see him last?

I don't know. A couple days ago.

Saturday. Saturday afternoon.

Saturday afternoon.

Yeah, why?

I was with him Saturday night.

That's two girls in one day.

That's just the ones we know about.

Imagine what you could pick up

if you got a satellite dish.

How can you laugh? It's disgusting!

Especially in this day and age.

You look like somebody who can take

care of herself. Buy some condoms.

Don't feel bad.

He probably really likes you.

He didn't give you his big

Walt Whitman speech, did he?

The one about genius?

- I don't think so.

- That's a good sign.

That's his standard pickup line.

That and the big Cambodian speech.

And the thing about

smelling like Catalina.

That I've heard.

That's not bad. One out of three.

You're obviously getting some new

stuff, which means he must like you.

So he goes out with lots of people.

Yeah, sure. That's his big thing:

Women.

So if you can just enjoy

yourself with him...

...like he's enjoying himself

with you...

That's what I do.

I'm in it for the "endolphin" rush.

Endorphin.

Whatever.

Good morning, L.A. /t's burnt toast

and coffee time, 7.:30 a. m.

Jack?

- Morning.

- Hey, babe!

Oh, excuse me, officer.

Would you like to see my I.D.?

I've seen it.

Well, just hold that thought.

Hold it between your knees.

- Or would you join me?

- No, I'm on duty.

Be right out.

I saw someone you know last night.

Oh, yeah? Who?

Evelyn. Evelyn Ames.

Oh, yeah.

- Where'd you see her?

- On the set. She's in this movie.

How's it going?

Great, now that my relaxation levels

have stabilized.

- I don't know how you put up with them.

- Neither do I.

- I would've quit.

- You can't quit.

If you quit, no one will hire

you again. I like working, so...

I like Evelyn.

- Yeah, I do too.

- Yeah, she told me.

She told you?

She told me you f***ed her Saturday.

Saturday afternoon.

- Jesus, here we go.

- No, here you go.

Straight from her Saturday

afternoon to me that night!

- You have exclusive rights?

- What about moderation and discretion?

As far as discretion goes, what were

you and Evelyn doing, comparing notes?

No. She just told me

she f***ed you on Saturday.

She marches up to you and blows her

wad? Or did you nose it out of her?

She said she was in it for the

endorphins. Sorry, the "endolphins. "

You said you loved me.

I meant it at the time.

What is it, a viral love?

A 24-hour thing?

Apparently Evelyn smells like

Catalina too. Must be going around.

I just got out of a drug clinic

and you manipulate me?

- Give me a break, we just met!

- That's what I said to you!

We should stop this. It's ridiculous.

I do not like this side of you.

I'm not a box with sides.

This is it! One side fits all!

You are so competitive!

- You're not?

- No, I'm not.

You're just a reaction to me?

You got this far by

not being competitive?

That's not competitive.

That's ambition and talent.

If you do say so yourself!

This is a jealous tantrum!

I am not jealous!

I am humiliated! How could you f***

us both on the same day?

What bothers you? That it was

the same day or that it was Evelyn?

It's not that you f*** around a lot.

It's that you lie about it.

Could've told the truth, f***ed

them all, had the cigarette with me.

That is such bullshit!

Women say, " It's not the fact that

you left. It's the way you did it. "

" It's not that you f*** around,

but you lie. "

You are all so full of sh*t!

It is the fact that I f*** around...

...and it is the fact

that I will leave!

I have to stop this with you.

- Are we breaking up?

- We can't. We were never together.

- You're acting like a wife.

- Better than acting like a whore!

You can't judge me.

You were in a drug clinic.

Where you belong, Mr. Pothead.

Mr. Vodka, Mr. Bedroom Eyes.

You're a virgin? You weren't

hard to convince the first night.

I thought we didn't do anything.

I lied.

You were more fun

when you were loaded!

And Public Domain

was a piece of sh*t!

Relax, they're blanks. A**hole.

Hi, Ma.

I was just looking for some aspirin.

Did you find it?

Yep.

Good.

Why are you still wearing

your costume?

I was in a hurry.

I have some news.

What?

You dreamt I lost some weight?

Endorsed a line of clothing?

Don't be fresh, dear.

Don't you have looping this morning?

Sh*t!

How do you expect to get anywhere in

this business if you don't show up?

Dear?

I have something...

...inevitable to tell you.

I don't want you to be angry

with me for having predicted it.

What?

Your beloved business manager,

Marty Weiner...

...the man you stayed with,

the one I begged you to leave...

- Mom?

- Yes, darling?

The news?

I know.

I don't want to say. I know how upset

you'll be. I know how upset I was.

Marty Weiner has disappeared.

Disappeared?

The police called to say he is

nowhere to be found...

...and neither is his clients' money.

Meaning what, that I have no money?

- I don't know.

- Can't they find him? Can't I sue him?

I contacted your stepfather's lawyer,

Samuel Stone.

He's terrific. He's on it.

Oh, that's perfect. Just perfect.

Thank God I got sober so I'm hyper-

conscious for these humiliations!

Sh*t.

Dear, it's no good

feeling sorry for yourself.

You're gonna have to overcome

these difficulties.

You might as well do it

with some style.

You could easily make an enormous

amount of money if you'd only sing.

You have a God-given talent

and you just throw it away.

You could be much bigger than Madonna.

She hasn't got half your voice.

You'd have to stop smoking. You could

make an album. I'd produce it.

I'm getting out of the business.

If I don't, I'll never have any kind

of a chance at having a normal life.

Let's take this one thing at a time.

First, everyone is always getting out

of the business.

And B:
You are just like me.

Some days I wake up...

Will you please stop telling me

how to run my life...

...for a couple of minutes?

Isn't it enough that you were right?

You feel sorry for yourself for having

a monster of a mother like me.

Everything about you says,

"See what you did?"

I never said "monster. "

You don't say it, but you feel it.

Somehow you lay the entire blame

for your drug-taking on me.

I do not. I do not, Mother.

I took the drugs, nobody made me.

Go ahead and say it.

You think I'm an alcoholic.

Okay.

I think you're an alcoholic.

Maybe I was an alcoholic

when you were a teenager...

...but I had a breakdown when my

marriage failed and I lost my money.

That's when I started taking drugs.

I got over it. Now I just

drink like an Irish person.

You drink to relax.

You just enjoy your wine.

I know, you've told me.

You don't want me to be a singer.

You're the singer.

You're the performer.

I can't possibly compete with you.

What if somebody won?

You want me to do well...

...just not better than you.

You are jealous because I can drink

and you can't take drugs any longer.

- I can handle it and you can't.

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