Those People Page #2

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He asked me

to move in with him.

[normal voice]

Are you crazy?

Shh.

[whispers] You have

got to move past this.

This is not healthy.

We turn now to page

one hundred and twenty...

There, I've said it.

for Avenu Malekeinu.

Would you please rise.

We offer ourselves anew.

[sings in Hebrew]

? Avenu malkeinu sh'ma kolenu.

[whispers]

I love this part.

? Avenu malkeinu

chatanu l'faneycha. ?

[cell phone vibrates]

[sighs]

[whispers]

I'm sorry.

What?

Where is he?

Is he okay?

Please tell me

he's not on the roof.

He locked himself

in the bathroom.

Oh, Charlie.

Thank God.

My shift started

a half hour ago.

I have to get downtown

to the restaurant.

-How long has he been in there?

-

Charlie?

[clears throat]

Sorry,

I was fixing the sink.

Yeah, and a drink?

Yeah, well,

Mother took all the Xanax with

her to Jackson Hole last month.

[sniffles]

Wyatt, you want to be a dear

and get me some more whiskey?

[sighs]

Apparently,

he tied some sheets together.

[sighs]

Although, knowing my

father's delusions of grandeur,

it was probably just

some

Great Escape

plan.

You know,

scale the prison walls.

Uh, he's on suicide watch.

[scoffs]

I'm sorry.

I don't want

to talk about it.

Where's Carmen?

She's gone.

I had to um...

[sighs]

There's no money, so...

[sniffles]

I'm sorry, I know

that's gauche to talk about,

but it's uh,

they've taken it all back.

Sebastian, we need

to get you outta here.

No, I can't

leave this apartment.

[cries]

[sighs]

Charlie, please.

It's only good

when you're here.

[sighs]

?

(Sebastian) I can't get it.

(Charlie) Are you sure

you know what you're doing?

[grunts]

Okay.

[shrieks]

[laughs]

Oh...!

[shrieks]

No!

Oh my God!

[laughs]

[sighs]

Hey, stainless steel wipes?

My mom said

they were essential.

What is this?

Don't touch it.

-It's called Sebastian.

-Hmm.

I was gonna

show it to you later...

but okay.

Well, I think you captured

my beauty quite well.

I painted you as

a traditional odalisque.

Mm-hmm.

But by taking the traditionally

male gendered viewer's gaze...

-Mm-hm.

-and setting it

upon a male subject,

I'm essentially

-queering the viewer's eye.

-Queering the viewer's eye.

I know.

You've been saying that

since before you

came out of the closet.

[clears throat] I swear to God,

you came out of the womb

with a master's in queer theory.

What's that Joubert quote?

[clears throat]

"When my friends are one-eyed,

I look at their profile."

[sighs]

Thank God you only

look at my profile, Charles.

[laughs half-heartedly]

Glass of Pilot Noir

for table three.

[sighs]

It is way too early

to look at something

that depressing.

No, your tips were actually

extra great this week.

Maybe I should get

real person job like London.

Vogue

is a real person job, Urs,

even if it is only part-time.

[chuckles]

Hey,

look who's paying rent

on time this month.

Alright, up top.

I'm gonna walk away.

(Ursula)

You still buy newspapers?

(London)

It's a two-page expos.

(Ursula)

And?

And I didn't get the job.

I thought the final

interview was a formality.

(Charlie)

Hey.

(London)

Yeah, so did I.

Okay, so maybe Thatcher

wasn't a good fit for you.

(London)

No.

I didn't get the job

because of this picture,

because of Sebastian.

Shh-shh-shh-shh

shh-shh-shh-shh.

Please, please.

No one our age can get a job.

You think you're special?

What picture?

[door slams]

But didn't they already know

you were working at Blackworth?

Yes, they did.

They just didn't know that

I was, how did they put it,

fraternizing with

the heir-apparent

to the most hated

man in New York.

You know, I think I need a break

from all of us for a while.

London, no, come on.

We can just use

the back entrance

of Sebastian's building

from now on.

Charlie, no offense,

but I'm not gonna take

advice from you

right now, about Sebastian.

-Oh, come on..

(London) Look, you guys.

You don't get it.

Things cannot stay the same.

You're being such

a drama queen right now.

God forbid you're

not partner by thirty.

[laughs]

Please, Ursula.

(Londom) At least,

I have long term goals.

(Ursula) Yeah!

Oh, of course.

All of that climbing up

the corporate ladder

from Mobile, Alabama

for nothing.

Hey, stop it.

Come on, uh--

Okay, you know what?

It's not for nothing!

And I don't wanna

have to go back there.

So if I don't get a job,

that's what I'm looking at.

I get the money thing.

You think I work two jobs

seven days a week

because it's really fun?

This is a question of loyalty.

[sighs]

I gotta go.

(Charlie) London.

What are we

gonna tell Sebastian?

Nothing.

(Sebastian)

I can't believe he's in there.

What do you think?

Nope.

(Sebastian)

Let's go.

[orchestra warming up]

[Charlie whispers]

Why are we even here?

(Ursula)

I told you.

I'm covering the

opening reception forVogue

.

I'm already bored.

[chuckles]

Shh-shh.

[whispers]

Sorry.

[whispers]

Be sophisticated.

One of us should

have stayed with him.

[applause]

Oh my God.

Oh my God, what?

[under breath]

Oh my God.

[playing piano solo]

Tim Mallek, devilishly

handsome star pianist.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Admiral Kinberg.

Hey.

Go forth and investigate.

Go forth.

No, Wyatt.

Charlie, from the bar.

Tim, from the on stage.

-Oh God.

-Yes, Tim, from the on stage.

But, you know,

my friends just call me Tim.

Colonel, we actually have

to get back to the house to--

Well, Colonel,

let's not use titles

'cause we don't know

what they mean.

Hi.

Uh, Tim, this

is Ursula and Wyatt.

-Guys, this is--

-Tim Mallek.

I remember you both

from the piano bar.

Mmm, mm-hm.

Ursula and I know

each other from high school.

-Ah.

-We need some wine.

And uh, Wyatt is

our token straight boy.

Ah, very useful.

Listen, there's something

that we need to do.

We need to get more wine.

Okay.

And then we have

to go see Sebastian. Yes.

Actually, Tim.

We've got to be going.

-He's waiting for--

-Uh, it was great to meet you.

What are you doing?

I was talking.

I can't believe

he's flirting with a guy.

He's an old man.

I should actually

catch up to them.

[cell phone vibrating]

Is that your

boyfriend checking in?

Is he prettier than me?

Can he play Chopin like I can?

No.

No.

No, he's just Sebastian.

He's my best friend.

Phew.

So, nothing more.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, he's just

going through some stuff.

Then what's the problem?

(Tim) Come on.

[horn blares]

[laughs]

(Charlie) Oh my God.

So how does a star

concert pianist end up at a bar?

(Tim) Chamber ensemble.

It wasn't that big of a deal.

(Charlie) Chamber ensemble

piano, whatever.

How do you end up at a-

at a hole-in-the-wall

showtunes piano bar?

(Tim) I swear,

nothing makes me happier.

If it paid the bills,

I'd settle down in New York

and play there full time,

instead of moving

from job to job.

Or San Francisco.

(Charlie) San Francisco?

(Tim) Yeah, I love it there.

But this is the dream.

One day I'll be playing

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