The Party Is Over Page #3
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to me, like bullshit.
I was obsessed with her. I
would've done anything she wanted.
It doesn't make sense to say,
"I'll try this and not that."
That's bullshit.
What does that mean?
You know, what if she told you to
stick an ice pick in your dick.
Because you've done this,
you're gonna do that too?
"Oh, because I did this,
i gotta do that."
You know, that's...
That stinks.
She loved it,
and it wasn't
my favorite thing to do.
It was like wrangling
a wild animal every time.
It sounds
difficult, Fino.
Thanks, mama.
It got complicated.
Because I didn't like it,
the meanness
of the situation
would build up,
which made it more real,
and that made her
like it even more.
Fino, tell us what happened
this weekend.
I saw Nia
at a party.
She wanted to get rough
one more time. I agreed.
Fino, you are a sweet boy without
a mean bone in your body.
I know that.
You know that.
You would not hurt
someone intentionally
unless she...
Asked you to do it
or whatever.
Thank you, mama.
So this is important.
Listen.
What she asked you
to do this weekend...
Are you sure
it's what she wanted?
That's exactly the point.
Are you sure
that's what she wanted?
Yes, I'm sure.
Well, then, why would
she call the police?
I don't know.
Sana. Sana! Hey.
Oh, hey, Natan.
How's it going?
Uh, good, good.
Kind of been a weird week,
actually, to be honest.
Sorry I didn't call you back the other day.
I've just been really busy.
Oh, don't worry about it. Oh,
what do you study, by the way?
I never asked you.
Oh, bio.
Cool.
How about you?
Uh, film and TV.
Oh, that's cool.
Yeah, I've actually been developing
this web series for the past year.
I'm writing, directing,
acting, everything.
Oh.
How's that going?
It's a lot of work, but
it's good, it's fun.
What's it about?
Well, I play
this character
who looks and acts
just like a younger version
of Mrs. Doubtfire,
from the movie,
and she moves from Scotland to L.A. to
live with a couple college-age stoners.
Wow, so it's like
a prequel.
Uh, not really.
The character looks
and acts just like
Robin Williams' character
from the movie,
but it's supposed to be
a total coincidence.
Okay, and so the stoners can't
figure out if she's pretending
or actually has never heard of Mrs.
Doubtfire
and just happens to act
and look just like her.
Exactly. Yeah, that's
the fun, I guess.
That's pretty bold.
Yeah.
So do you play
one of the stoners?
No, no, I, uh...
I play Mrs. Doubtfire,
but with a different name.
So you dress
like a woman?
I have been, yeah.
( Laughs )
Oh, sorry. That's...
That's really funny.
Yeah, but there's this
whole conceptual side too.
It's a parody, but I'm
trying to contribute to
this whole Mrs. Doubtfire
folklore, you know?
Where the character keeps
coming back in fiction
and is always played
by a man.
Interesting.
What's it called?
"Euphegenia."
That's her first name.
Cool. Well, I hope it
works out for you. Yeah.
You know, you should come
by set and watch us film.
Oh, I can't.
I actually...
I have to go.
I got to run. Sorry.
We're shooting all next week.
Anytime is great.
Call me. We'll see.
Bye, Natan.
Okay.
Great.
Hey, shithead!
( Cackling )
Hey, man.
What's up, guys?
Hey, will.
How you doin', man?
You know, not great.
( Bong bubbling )
Did you talk to Nia?
No. It's like
she f***ing disappeared.
Her housemates say she
hasn't been home in days.
That's f***ed up.
I just don't even want
to talk about it anymore.
It's just
a f***ing nightmare.
I want to talk about anything
else and not deal with this.
Do you want to go out?
( Bong bubbling )
Yeah, sure.
Okay, okay! Yeah!
Will, any ideas?
Yeah, I got an idea.
( Chattering )
Fellas, it's their
first a.S.A. Party.
What did he say?
"Armenian student association."
Sick.
( Foreign language )
( Foreign language )
( Foreign language )
Rachmaninoff.
Look at those big,
beautiful hands.
I'll bet he could finger-bang
an orangutan with those hands.
I'm serious.
No one played the piano
like this guy
played the piano.
F*** it. Let's dance!
Yeah!
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sak!
Sak... sako, sako. Sako!
What's up?
What's wrong? Who's that girl
in the corner over there?
Oh, that's Noel, man. I buy
that sticky-icky off her.
Girl drug dealer? Girl
f***ing drug dealer, man.
Oh, my god.
The best.
Hey, you should meet her.
You should meet her.
Yeah? Why?
I'm not 100%,
but I hear she might have
a picture of herself.
Like what kind of stuff?
I hear she likes recording
herself doing things, man.
It may be sexual,
it may be just weird sh*t.
I don't know. She's an odd
person, so who knows?
Righteous.
( Shouting, cheering )
( Chattering )
Here we go!
( Rhythmic chanting )
Hey, there.
What the hell
do you want?
Uh... um...
I was just kidding.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't resist.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, my god.
Want to hit this?
Yes. Yeah,
thank you.
Oh, my god!
What you did there
was comedy gold.
Yeah, it looked like
you were about to cry.
Hmm-mm. No.
I was considering
suicide.
I have a cyanide tablet
in my wallet
for exact situations
like this.
Wild guy!
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oh, my Jesus.
There's one guy
to do something daring
to get my attention.
Yeah, like Robin hood
type of sh*t.
Yeah.
Some action.
I've had enough
captivating conversation.
All right.
What are you doing later?
Um, I'm staying
at a friend's.
You want daring?
I'll bet you 20 bucks
that you end up in my
bedroom tomorrow morning.
What?
You heard me.
You, in my bedroom,
tomorrow morning.
All right.
Let's make a deal.
All right,
it's a deal.
Okay.
Where's the pot?
Sh*t.
Yes!
F***, yeah!
( Sniffs )
( Chanting )
Hey, are you
looking for this?
I found it
in the bathroom.
You are my savior. Thank you so much.
No problem.
Hey, we got to get this guy home.
Sh*t.
( Muttering )
Talk to you later.
Will, come on, man,
let's go!
Okay. Don't
forget our bet.
Get the f***
out of here!
( Chanting, shouting )
( Woman laughing )
Oh, my god!
Rise and shine.
It's tomorrow morning,
and you're in my room.
You're not a very good thief.
You owe me 20 bucks.
Looks like you smoked that
and then some.
Sh*t.
Yeah. Sorry.
I guess you earned it.
Was I daring enough?
Not bad.
What are those?
Um...
They're just old movies.
What, like
"gone with the wind"?
Um... no.
It's homemade pornography.
You like that stuff?
I don't know yet.
You want to convince me?
Yeah.
I can do that.
So I got this video
from my friend's cousin.
These are his parents.
I mean, I think
my friend needs some help.
But it's okay for you?
Yeah. I'm not related
to these people.
Okay, break this
down for me.
How is this appealing?
Well, I mean, this couple
is far from in their prime,
but the fact that you can tell that
the woman used to have a nice body...
Nice...
And, I mean,
she is working it like
she is young, you know?
Show me more.
Yeah?
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