The Informers Page #3

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I'm filling in for Suzanne Yakomiato.

I really want to see you.

What about Laura, William?

What about her?

What about Laura?

I think I really miss you.

I think I'm making a big mistake.

- Let me go!

- Shut up!

- Mary, go!

- I have no license.

Get in the f***ing car and drive.

What do you think?

About what?

What do you think I mean?

Next to us. Them.

What about them?

Don't you go out with girls?

Pardon me?

Don't you, like, date females?

What are you asking me?

The odds look good.

The odds look pretty good.

Ladies, what are you drinking tonight?

Pahohoes.

Pahohoes? That sounds intriguing.

They're delicious.

Hey, Hickey?

Why don't you bring these two gorgeous

ladies another round of pahohoes?

Where you gals from?

We came in from Chicago.

I'm Patty and this is Darlene.

Yeah. The Windy City.

- I know it well.

- Where are you both from?

Los Angeles.

City of Angels.

I'm Les Price and this is my son, Tim.

He's a little shy.

Just the two of you?

Just the two of us.

Hey. I hope...

I hope I'm not being too forward

if I may ask you something.

- I'm sure you won't be, Les.

- Jesus.

Well, I was just wondering

if you're here with anyone.

- We're here alone.

- All alone.

- All alone.

- Can I have the key to the room?

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to the room.

Where do you think I'd be going?

You didn't finish your drink.

I don't want the drink.

Just give me the key.

I'll go up with you.

No. Just stay here, see how it plays out

with Patty and Marlene.

That's Darlene.

What's wrong with him, Les?

Troubles in school.

- His mother.

- Okay.

No, no thanks.

You said you were hungry.

I made this for you.

No, my stomach's queasy.

I'm not really hungry anymore.

I really don't know how something

like this could happen.

It all seemed to be going so well

and now it's just a big mess.

It'll never happen again, I promise.

You're not gonna fire me, are you?

Well, no, I'm not gonna fire you.

Look, I have no idea what this is.

- And another one on my foot.

- Yeah, I don't know what it is either.

Look, Christie, tell me something.

What?

What do you think about Martin?

He's cool. He's hot.

Yeah, hot.

Well, I know that, but I'm just not sure

I'm at the same place that you are,

you know, with everything

that's been going on with him.

Forget it. Sorry I brought it up.

Graham.

Martin's not even staying here.

He's staying at Nina Metro's.

Even though he said she was insane.

That reminds me. Did you get tickets

for tomorrow night at the Greek?

Bryan Metro?

Graham.

You know he doesn't mean

as much as you to me.

Come on.

Graham, we're all just having fun,

you know?

Like, you take it all so seriously.

Yeah, but you're also sleeping with him,

and it's just stressing me out.

What's wrong? You know I'm on the pill.

Graham?

- Graham?

- Yeah?

You're forgetting something.

What?

We're both sleeping with him.

We're both sleeping with Martin.

And if I'm cool with that,

then...

To new beginnings.

So I'm totally psyched.

We're gonna go see Bryan Metro

at the Greek tomorrow night.

That is, if Graham remembered

to get the tickets.

Yeah, I got the tickets,

and stop saying "totally."

- Who'd you get them from?

- Actually, honey, from me.

- Through the studio.

- Good.

I'm glad he didn't go through Martin.

I didn't want to go through Martin,

even though

he could have gotten us backstage.

Who cares? He's such a stoner.

He's so into himself.

Him and his totally grody tan

and his stupid hair.

Plus, Mom, get this. He's a male prostitute.

- Why did you direct that statement to me?

- Just mellow out, okay?

I don't even know

why we're talking about Martin.

And Mom, Martin's not a male prostitute.

That's on the record.

Why do you think I would care?

Martin is coming to the show

with me and Christie,

so I hope you get over

how, "like, totally grody"

you think he is by tomorrow night.

I hope your girlfriend remembers

to wear a shirt by tomorrow night.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to the restroom.

And hopefully, when I get back,

my lovely children

will have finished their conversation

about their delightful friends.

Hi, honey.

You're here with her, aren't you?

- Yeah.

- Oh, God.

No, don't.

Sweetie, I know you're pissed.

I understand, I understand.

But I missed you. I couldn't help it.

- I can't do this.

- You can't do what?

You don't want me anymore?

Sweetie, I want you so bad.

That's not the point, William.

I can't sit here again

and listen to you quote numbers

about how expensive your f***ing divorce

is gonna be.

Is it not enough that you've made

everyone f***ing miserable?

Just stay away.

Please.

You know, I kept the condo.

I haven't given it up yet.

We could meet there tomorrow night.

What do you say?

Or I got the Piper Cub back.

It's at the hangar. It's ready to go.

We could fly to Vegas and stay at Caesars.

- lt'll be amazing.

- My God, William,

I'm not going to Vegas with you.

Well, at least you're going to be

at the Brodkey benefit Friday, right?

We could talk there. Okay?

Sure.

- Why not?

- Great, honey. That's what I want to hear.

It's so good to see your face.

We'll figure it out. It'll be okay.

- Yeah.

- Anyway, I better go. Okay?

F***!

Laura, are we going

to the Brodkey benefit on Friday?

Why would we go to the Brodkey benefit

on Friday night?

That's TV.

It's not only TV.

And it should be fun.

- Besides that, it's for a good cause.

- It's for a perfume, William.

I don't want to go to the Brodkey benefit

Friday night.

What would you like to do instead?

Sleep?

Lay by the pool?

Maybe count your shoes?

Can Daddy borrow $4,000?

What the f*** are you still doing here?

I thought I told you to go.

What? Are you gonna f***ing ignore me?

What the f***'s going on?

What the f*** are you doing, Peter?

What the f*** did you do?

Answer me, God damn it!

Shut your mouth, Jack.

What the f***?

The kid's gonna bring us some money.

That's the plan.

That's the plan I informed you about.

This is the plan.

Your f***ing plan

is goddamn holding a kid ransom?

It's not me, Jack.

It's them freaks I met out in West LA.

The people I heard about out in Barstow.

They pay $6,000, $7,000 a pop

for a package like that.

You make me f***ing sick.

Hey, man, you need to relax.

That's your problem, Jackson.

You don't know how to kick back.

Even when you was a kid out in the desert,

and all there was

was the sand and the rock and the silence,

you could never accept the fact

that that's where you belong,

and that's where you're always gonna be.

That was a long time ago.

And we're not

in the f***ing desert anymore, Uncle Pete.

I think we still are.

- Hello?

- ls Martin there?

I don't know. Let me check.

Couldn't find him.

Do you know where he might be?

Have you tried his place in Westwood?

- No, I haven't.

- He could be there,

or he could be finishing up that music video

on the hills.

- ls this Julie?

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