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He always feels like he has to

be in control of everything.

Do you like being in control?

Maybe.

Okay, that's enough.

Bullets aren't cheap.

- This is fun.

- Yeah?

Do you... do you always

carry this thing on you?

- Yep.

- Why?

Have you ever been attacked

by a client before?

Not a client, but, um, a

crackhead in an alley once.

- Never? -If you put in

enough time and effort,

then you can weed out the psychos and

the rapists before you meet them.

When you arrive you call in,

describe the client,

tell them where you're at,

and say you're gonna text

in 20 minutes.

Even if nobody's on

the other end of the phone,

at least the client thinks

there's some big

son of a b*tch in the lobby.

So, you've never been attacked?

Not really.

Nothing that I didn't

get compensated for.

How'd you find this place?

It's where I used to work...

Just up the road.

Doing what?

We can leave.

I can handle it.

Did you really

used to work here?

It wasn't quite like this.

They're talented.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

- What are you doing?

- Uh...

Just, uh...

I'm... I'm, uh, taking

these pictures...

For documenting, I don't know,

my life and change.

In case you get famous

or something?

Or something.

- Can I see them?

- Uh, okay.

Wow.

These are beautiful.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

It's been

a really long time since...

I don't know what

you're talking about.

- All right. Got it?

- Yes.

- To the bedroom.

- Thank you.

- You all right?

- Uh-huh.

You wanna go get a beer?

Yeah. I'm gonna

go to the bathroom.

You ready?

Yeah. Wait.

- After you.

- Thank you very much.

I love the way

he layered the music sheets.

Collaging was really

big in the '60s.

It's very Jasper Johns.

That's actually layered?

Mm-hmm.

Don't touch it!

Stop it.

Stop it, I'm serious.

Don't do that.

I'm just messing with you.

I would never really touch it.

I've been to hundreds

of these pop-ups.

Clients used to love

bringing me here,

showing me off to their

intellectual friends and bosses.

It was fun.

And what happened?

I got old.

What do you think of this one?

Hmm.

It doesn't really match

the rest of the gallery,

does it?

Kind of muddy, dark.

Don't really know.

What do you think?

It's mine.

I didn't offend you, did I?

I mean, you're the one that said

you're a photographer,

not a painter.

And it really wasn't that bad.

You've just got

to get a new frame.

It's fine.

Hey, why don't you paint me?

I... why would I paint you?

I don't paint anymore.

I'm so hungry.

Are you hungry?

Please, paint me.

Do you like Sushi?

Come on, I've always

wanted to be painted

by a real artist.

What don't you get

about me not painting

anymore, okay?

Seriously, can we just get

dressed and go eat somewhere?

I just think that it

would be really good for us.

- Oh.

- It would be nice.

- Do you?

- Yes.

- Don't you think?

- I don't know.

Maybe one day.

We haven't talked about that.

- I'm not stupid.

- Nobody said you were.

- It was an accident...

- What kind of accident?

And a long time ago.

It doesn't need to concern you,

Chloe?

Chloe, it's dad.

Are you in there?

Chloe?

Chloe?

Did you just break in here?

No, you know I have keys.

Well, you can't just

come in here like that.

Oh, please, Chloe,

it's too early

in the morning to argue.

Come on, put some clothes on.

I'm gonna call the cops on you

and see how you

like being arrested.

You're smoking now?

No.

I had friends over last night.

- Who?

- Does it really matter?

Do I know them?

No.

Well, I just...

I just wanted to stop by

and see my beautiful daughter.

Dad, it's 9:
00

in the morning.

Please stop spying on me.

I'm not spying on you.

I just...

Why don't you stick to your word

and leave me alone?

I will never leave you.

Don't you have

a fundraiser to run?

Remember?

Ugh, my dad.

- The a**hole?

- Yeah.

Well, he seemed like

a nice man to me.

- Well, he's not.

- He can't be that bad.

At least he wanted to see you.

No, he doesn't,

he just called because

he wants me to come

to this gala thing on Saturday.

It's just...

Would you come with me?

Saturday, is it?

It could be fun, couldn't it?

Okay, if that's what you want.

- Yeah, that's what I want.

- Oh. The gala.

The gala.

- Okay.

- Okay.

City bird, city bird

fly away

From my window

from my window

'cause you don't sing...

Stop it.

Stop it.

Seriously, come on.

Stop it.

No, I don't want to.

I'm really happy.

I'm having a good time

shopping for clothes with you.

Well, then let's

just shop for clothes.

Stop hanging all over me.

What about that one?

You want it?

I'll buy it for you.

- Yeah, I like it.

- Yeah?

- You like this one?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I like that one.

Honestly.

You like it.

Yeah, but I'm twice your age.

It looks like you're

kissing your mother.

So, I'm... what are you

talking about? Who cares?

I like this one.

This one is good, too.

That would look

really good on you.

I like that one.

Have you seen any that you want?

No. I want you.

Kiss me.

No, I'm not working.

Oh, yes, you are.

Okay, that's enough.

Come on.

- The worst.

- Come on.

Right, so let me

get this straight.

We're going to a party because

you hate everybody there.

Yes.

And you want them to know

that you're dating a prostitute.

Well, I wouldn't

take it that far, but...

So, you're paying me to be amazing

and suffer through it with you?

Mm-hmm. Correct.

- You know what?

- Hmm?

You're lucky I like you.

I know.

Ooh, fancy.

So, what is this gala for?

This is a charity

for Huntington's disease.

Let's go to the bar.

I thought

she was still in rehab.

Cheers, I guess.

Whoa. Easy tiger.

- Don't tell.

- Don't tell?

- You look really pretty.

- Thank you.

Yeah.

Yowza!

There is my girl!

You finally

came out of your cave.

- What is up?

- Same old.

Uh, this is my best friend Zoe.

- This is Kat.

- Hi.

- Hello, Zoe.

- It's so nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I've heard absolutely

nothing about you,

because someone forgot

how to use their phone.

Jerk.

Ooh.

Waiter's calling my name.

Who wants bubbly?

Yeah, I think I'll be finished

by the time you get back.

Girl, I know exactly

how you feel.

I swear, my soul is made

of champagne and bacon.

She's funny.

She's cool.

Yeah, our parents grew up

together. She's rad.

- Oh, really?

- Mm-hmm.

I'm so glad you could make it.

You look stunning, sweetheart.

- Really, really lovely.

- Thank you. Thank you.

Hi. I'm Chloe's father,

and you're...

This is my girlfriend,

Kat, I'm sorry.

It's an absolute pleasure

to meet you, sir.

What a gorgeous house you have.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

What do you do, Kat?

Oh, I model for your daughter.

- Nudes, mostly.

- Really?

- Mr. d! What is shaking?

- Zoe, how are you?

Oh, my god, I love the tie.

- It's very norm-core.

- Thank you.

Um, I'm doing good.

I'm doing good, you know?

- Good.

- Taking it day by day.

How are you and the folks?

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