Twelve Page #2

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Driving in from Southampton.

- Is your brother here?

- No.

Alissa Royston Reade...

thought there were only two people

at this party she'd want to talk to-

Roy Llewelyn Frowick,

who is the last word on fashion...

and Tobias, the hot male model.

Hi.

- How are you?

- Good. How are you?

Yo, White Mike is a douche bag.

They developed it.

It's really not that complicated.

Toxic sludge spills over Cte d'Ivoire,

a bunch of Africans fall over dead.

- Hey.

- Hi.

How are ya?

Who was driving that boat?

A Greek tanker flying a Panamanian flag.

- Molly, What are you doing?

- Hey, Michael.

Molly Norton.

Her father had once worked

for White Mike's father as a waiter.

They've been friends ever since childhood.

He always kept her separate

from the privileged world he grew up in.

Now he lies about his current career.

How is working for your dad?

Are you glad you took the year off?

Yeah, no. It's good, you know.

I'm just, um- I'm learning a lot, Which is nice.

And l- I'm working so much...

I can practically run the place

with my eyes closed, so that's good.

That's cool. What kind of stuff does he

have you doing? What's your day like?

Well, I normally go in around 1:00...

and I just do errands for my dad

and bookkeeping and all that.

Just, you know, living the life.

You know me, Molly.

- Hey. It sounds nice. Better than my job.

- Yeah.

Uh, do they have you working

on Saturday night?

Yeah, I actually do have to work

on Saturday night.

Would you maybe want to grab coffee

in the afternoon?

- I can do that. That sounds good.

- Yeah?

Yeah, sure. Hey.

Hey, Saturday afternoon's perfect.

But listen. I gotta go.

I'll talk to you soon, okay?

- Yeah. I'll see you on Saturday.

- Okay.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye.

Molly always

reminded White Mike of his mother.

They'd been friends since she was seven...

and she couldn't remember a time

she hadn't been in love with him.

Molly came to Mike's mother's funeral,

but Mike didn't talk to her.

He didn't talk to anyone that day.

When his mother died a year ago...

Mike dropped out of school

and started dealing to his ex-classmates.

That's how it was.

And that's how it still is.

# I'm just a tiger and I'm looking for a tigress #

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What the f*** is this sh*t?

Chris!

Oh, Christopher!

Oh, my God. It's him. It's Claude.

- Go f*** him.

- What? Like just go-

- Go.

- Okay.

F***!

Chris's brother Claude

once took a sh*t in the middle of his bed...

just to see what their parents would do.

They made Luisa the housekeeper

clean it up.

He thought that was hilarious.

The story made him a legend.

Daddy's home, boys.

Hi, Claude.

Listen. You're not gonna be a f***in' p*ssy

and tell Mom I'm home, are you?

- Of course not.

- Yeah?

What about the time I Went AWOL from Mountain

School and was chilling in the Hamptons?

I told you a thousand times, Claude,

that wasn't me that ratted you out.

- Just keep it shut.

- What happened?

I kicked the boot camp guy's ass and split.

So f*** your punk-ass party!

- Yo, T-Man.

- Hey, man.

- We're out.

- Right now?

Yes, now.

Now!

- Wait.

- What if Mom and Dad call?

Just keep your mouth shut.

Hi.

Hunter?

- I'm kind of tired, Dad.

- Hey. Look.

I gotta get going, but your letter of intent

is due in a couple Weeks.

I just want to remind you how lucky you are

that you're going to Harvard.

I worked my ass off in prep school,

and even if I got into Harvard...

your grandfather wouldn't let me go.

And look, the, um-

The cell phones-

they're not gonna work on the boat.

So, I want to use the sat phone, all right?

You didn't even notice the blood, Dad?

Hunter.

Claude and Tobias are in Chinatown...

buying a barbecued duck

for Claude's piranhas.

In Claude's pockets he's carrying

one clear plastic prism filled with weed...

one biker wallet carrying $967...

one fake I.D. With his picture and fake name,

Maurice Charles, Columbus, Ohio...

purchased from a tattoo place in Chinatown.

Guy said, "Never fails- $40."

One Citibank A. T.M. Card.

One American Express Platinum card.

One naked picture of a drunk girlfriend...

whom he fingered

while they watched Blue Man Group.

Two MetroCards and one cell phone that

says "P*ssy Monger" when he turns it on.

Get the f*** out, man.

You are one true criminal, Claudius.

You know that?

I'm out of here by Easter, man.

- No way, dude.

- Yeah, the Gunnery.

You've been in more f***ing boarding schools

than my mom's had husbands.

You know that?

Cash only.

- You're so not gonna do this.

- I am so gonna do this.

Gabby and Shelly

don't think blow jobs are sex.

They're best friends

because they agree on things like that.

The lighting in here is terrible.

Really? Shut up. Do I look fat?

Put Claude's face next to your face.

Sara Ludlow is tired

of waiting for her boyfriend.

She thought, "How long does it take

to drive in from Southampton anyway?"

I had to wait for my parents to go to their

stupid party so I could sneak the Porsche.

I'm coming as fast as I can.

Well, hurry up. This party sucks.

F*** you.

- Whoo!

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Gabby. Shelly.

You're not- You're not leaving?

You should've invited more people.

# Hey, you #

# No, you don't have to go #

Did you just come in your pants?

I'm gonna- I'm gonna get a beer.

Okay.

Hey.

You. Um-

You-

Jessicq's an ace at soccer, swimming, skiing...

and a very good student.

Early decision from Wesleyan next year.

Late one night she read the Gettysburg

address for her advanced history class.

She memorized it

and liked it more than anybody.

I chose to do my speech on Abraham Lincoln

because he was so tall.

Well, Lincoln became a martyr...

the same way John F. Kennedy

would become one.

And in their deaths...

was created a symbol of freedom and peace.

Something this country can look up to.

But the truth is, death doesn't vindicate.

It doesn't vindicate.

It may have been good for the country,

but it wasn't good for Lincoln...

and it definitely wasn't good

for John F. Kennedy.

'And it wasn't good for me,"

thought White Mike...

- whose mother had died the day before.

- So-

White Mike's father said

he didn't have to go to school.

White Mike said, "What'll that do?"

What are you saying? Did they die in vain?

"Four score and seven"-

But if you had to ask John or Abe...

if they liked being shot in the head...

probably say "no."

"We cannot dedicate, We cannot consecrate...

we cannot hallow this ground. "

Where the tragedy lies-

they Were robbed of their future...

and the possibilities that lay within it.

And these lives will never be replaced.

So you're born in the capital of the world.

And you can never escape.

And that's how it is,

because that's how everyone wants it to be.

It is all about want.

No one needs anything here.

It is about when you wake up in the morning

and the snow is already coming down...

and it's bright between the buildings

where the sun falls...

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