Spivak Page #6

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What happened, Wally?

Chuck's leaving.

He doesn't wanna marry Jeanine!

Why?

He's in love with Sasha Perez!

But she's unlovable.

Chuck! Please, don't do this!

You're making a big mistake.

-Jeanine is such a beautiful girl.

I know, Wally.

It's gonna be so hard for her

to hear the news.

But you're a writer,

so you will think of something.

Wally.

He left.

It's not your fault, Wally.

His fiance slept with you in Vegas.

All you've done

is try and push the Westside away.

But it just kept coming.

But I think we should leave.

Yeah, I don't think it's gonna be

any fun now.

He left, didn't he?

You look great, Tammy.

Who the f*** is Sasha Perez?

She's a friend of mine.

Figures.

I rue the day Jeanine ever got

involved with you.

It has been a nightmare!

Hey! It's not Wally's fault.

If it weren't for Wally,

there would be a wedding going on inside.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oh, my god. She's coming.

Sasha Perez is Wally's friend.

Some kind of a wicked witch

from the Eastside, no doubt.

She probably made a voodoo doll of you

and stuck pins in it.

I'm so sorry, Jeanine.

It's okay, Wally. I was stupid.

The truth was staring right at me.

Chuck, he wouldn't stop reading

even in bed.

Oh, man.

My god.

And suddenly, everything was wrong

with the world.

Poverty, racism, gentrification.

What an a**hole!

Honey, why didn't you tell me any of this?

It's so weird, Mom,

none of it bothered me.

I had other things on my mind.

All I could think about...

was him.

Him

Wally Spivak, I have been in love with you

since the night we met.

What is she talking about?

Honestly, I don't know.

Really?

Me too.

Are you kidding me?

Jeanine, you're not in your right mind.

Who is he?

He's a failed writer

from a really bad neighborhood.

I'll marry you, Jeanine.

What?

We wouldn't even have to get a new cake.

We could just, you know...

We could just walk in there and do it.

Really?

You freed me, Jeanine.

You opened up my head and every thought

that's ever held me back just floated out.

I feel like I can see clearly

for the first time.

Oh, my god. Will you marry me?

-No!

-No! -Yes!

-Yes!

Of course, I'll marry you, Wally.

No.

You guys.

-I love you, guys.

Yeah.

Pretty fickle, Tammy.

She's my best friend.

Hey, Tammy, you think we could hang out

with those Laker Girls?

You know, give it another shot?

Over my dead body.

For centuries,

in the most primitive way, of course,

I mean, culture has always allowed people

to adapt to their environment

in the most non-genetic way,

which I think is fantastic.

And I would like to dig deeper, you know,

kind of figure out what that's all about.

Right? I mean, custom, belief, law, sex.

I mean, the list goes on, really.

Conversely, culture can be bought.

It can be taught,

it can be reappropriated.

Uh, I just...

Authentically, I wanna get to the root

of why we're all here.

Uh... Uh, hi.

Sorry, I don't... I don't play.

It's okay.

I usually play by myself.

Oh, you speak English.

Yes.

You're American, right?

More and more so, it seems these days.

I'm, uh, originally

from a little seaside town

in England called Brighton.

I live mostly in Los Angeles now,

Boyle Heights via Cheviot Hills.

It's near the Dodger Stadium.

Oh.

How's the book?

It's terrific.

It's really wonderful writing.

By a friend of mine.

Great guy, actually.

He married my fiance.

Do you wanna read it? I'm done.

Yes. I'd love to. Thank you.

"Spivak."

I actually play

a pretty big part in it.

Huh.

So...

wanna hang out sometime?

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