The Loft Page #7

man that stands in line, Mr. Fry.

What about you, Mr. Kotkin?

Are you a gambling man?

And you, Mr. Stevens?

You like to take chances?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Especially when I'm holding

a handful of hearts.

Anyway, I don't mean

to interrupt.

Ladies, if you're as lucky on the

tables tonight as you are in love,

then I am sure you'll

hit your jackpots.

Gentlemen, always a pleasure.

Blackjack!

WOW!

Ooh! Set aside enough

for the ali-money.

Mimi, what are you doin' here?

Just 'cause I booted you out

doesn't mean I'm stuck at home.

Pumpkin, I want to come back.

I know I

screwed up once. Once.

I was drunk off my ass. I swear

it didn't mean a damn thing.

Something I don't understand

about men.

If it doesn't mean anything,

why bother?

I promise I'll change.

Into what, a frog?

Certainly not a prince. How

'bout the ass you already are?

What if I told you I wanted

to f*** around tonight?

Sorry.

It would

hurt like hell, wouldn't it?

Hey, maybe I already got even.

Maybe with one of your pals.

Maybe Chris, he's cute.

Or how about Vincent,

the night you sent him over

for that tragic

heart-to-heart? Aw.

"Marty's really suffering.

"Mimi, you've gotta

talk to him."

Blackjack!

Oh! Well,

look at that, Tubs,

your first-ever

winning streak.

Just remember, dear heart,

half of it is mine.

You gave Zoe a ticket for tonight?

Philip, let go.

I keep her away from

bullshit like this,

and then behind my back...

Christ, Phil, she's almost

20 years old.

What are you, her father?

Did you see her?

She looks like a whore.

I thought you like whores.

Yeah. Let her have some fun.

If you'll excuse me, I'm

about to have some fun, too.

I'm kind of on a roll.

Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah.

I hope you win big time.

You'll need it with all the sh*t

you've been packin' up your nostrils.

So you noticed a tiny

fraction of your stash went missing?

Yeah. If you don't like it,

file for divorce.

I haven't ruled that out. Don't

forget about our pre-nup, loser.

While you're at it,

go play some blackjack.

Could be your last best

chance at paying the rent.

Can I get some dice over here?

Hands-off.

Excuse me.

Anne?

Anne?

We need to talk.

Yeah? About what?

Your pal, the architect.

He's playing with fire.

I'd actually rather talk about Anne.

I'll pass along your

message to Vincent,

but I'd like something, too,

Mr. Kotkin.

I'd like for you to

stop seeing Anne.

And Why would I do that?

Because I love her.

Then we have more

in common than we thought.

I'd like you to stop paying her.

I want you to let her go.

That's really not up to me.

Fact is,

it's totally her choice.

Except I never paid for her.

Well, that's true.

You never paid.

Stop it, Joel.

I'm going.

What did he mean by that,

"You never paid"?

I don't want to

love you, Chris.

Is he saying someone's

paying you to be with me?

You're the only one

who can hurt me.

Anne?

Tell me it's a lie.

The first time,

it was paid for.

Every other time, that

was real, that was me.

But who paid?

I can't...

Excuse me.

Come on, Zoe, let's go.

I'm fine here.

I'm asking you to

come with me. Come on.

And I'm asking you to stop.

Did you not hear the lady?

Mind your business.

Stop!

What, are you deaf

or just a dick, huh?

I don't know, man.

What does it say up here?

"Deaf" or "dick"?

Help me out.

Philip! Stop! Don't!

F***!

Excuse me.

Thank you.

You're just like Dad!

Shut up!

You are just like him!

Somebody get this guy an ambulance.

I never want to see you again,

not in my home and not near my daughter.

Do you got that?

Get him the hell out of here.

Okay, folks! Let's get back to

the gaming tables, shall we?

Hey, it's okay.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's okay.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

It's not what you're thinking.

And what am I thinking?

She's my friend's sister, okay?

Are there more? Besides

me, her, and your wife?

What's the grand total?

Look, I can't have

this conversation here.

Barbara's standing

right over there.

Do you love me?

Of course I love you.

I'm crazy about you.

But would you choose me?

If you could?

You know it's not that simple.

Come meet me at the loft tomorrow, okay?

We'll talk it through.

You're right.

It's not that simple.

But maybe I can make it simple.

What do you mean?

Maybe I can help you

make that choice.

Sarah...

Sarah.

Sarah!

Sarah!

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Don't do it, Sarah.

You'll regret it.

They found out.

They set us up.

They set us up.

Our wives, they...

They set us up.

Why, Vincent?

They.

They found out. They found

out about the loft.

Why would you do it, Vincent?

We're your friends.

No...

Why did you do it?

No... It was our wives.

They found out.

No, it's your friends.

We found out.

What's going on?

You still don't get it.

All right, strip him.

What are you doing?

You are a total

f***ing psychopath.

I did what you told me.

I didn't tell you to

f***ing cut her open!

That wasn't a part of the plan.

And the Latin on the bed?

Like the cops are gonna

believe that bullshit.

Then you should've

done it yourself.

Come on. Let's do this.

What'd you give me?

What you deserve.

You killed Sarah?

No. We just found her.

What?

We were here this morning, Vincent.

Before you arrived.

Jesus Christ.

At first I thought

she was sleeping.

Vincent knows her?

She left him this.

"See you in the next life."

Why did she have to do it here?

We gotta call the cops.

They investigate suicides.

This is all gonna come out.

Guys, wait.

Can't we find out where she

lives and leave her there?

Jesus!

Philip!

Come on, we have to

help out Vince!

Yeah. Speaking of which,

where the f*** is Vince?

Isn't this his problem?

Hmm...

Vincent isn't here because.

- Because I didn't call him.

- You didn't call him?

Why didn't you call him?

There's something

I have to show you.

You've been taping us?

You f***ing pervert!

You can beat the crap

out of me later.

We don't have much time,

and you need to watch this.

Maybe you'll get a new perspective

on what happened upstairs.

Maybe you'll agree, we shouldn't

take the hit for Vincent's fuckup!

You see, Vincent...

Vincent hasn't always been

a good friend.

No.

God!

Hey, maybe I already got even.

Or maybe Vincent,

the night you sent him over for

that tragic heart-to-heart.

It's okay.

They got here late, the night

he went to talk to her.

She was drunk, Marty.

He took advantage.

Wow! Your little sister's

seriously hot.

Hey...

How long has it...

It doesn't matter.

How long?

He started seeing her

right after your wedding.

They met here

on a regular basis.

If I'm not mistaken,

he was her first.

F***!

Gorgeous, huh?

The people you love,

they're the only ones

who can hurt you.

He paid Anne

to let you seduce her,

put the hook in, so you'd want

a share of the loft.

The first time,

it was paid for.

Have fun.

Chris, please. You don't

know the half of it.

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