Twelve Page #5

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Murder scene? What?

You murdered Nana.

And now you want to tell me

the name of the White kid you killed?

His I.D. Says he's Maurice Charles

from Columbus, Ohio.

But, Hunter...

there is no Maurice Charles

from Columbus, Ohio.

Yo, Warren. What's going on, man?

You back in the city?

Yeah, Well, listen, I have a-

I've got about a quarter left.

- You want it?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll take it. Meet me up on 88th.

Oh, sh*t.

White Mike thought...

"This is what it's like for my mother now."

- F***!

I was just thinking that

maybe instead of us going to Bergdorf's...

you could just give me money

and I could go myself.

Absolutely not.

You've already spent all of your vacation money.

Oh, my God. Mom!

I'm buying you a new dress

for Sara's party tonight, and that is it.

I don't want a new dress.

You have no idea how lucky you are.

Are you aware that the Mortimers

have lost 40% of their net worth?

- Forty.

- Yes. And they are still stinking rich.

Better not let your father

hear you talk that way.

Better not let my father meet Donnie.

I just got your report card.

Mom, I got one f***ing "B."

Can we not make a media circus about it?

Okay. I was just wondering

if anything was bothering you.

No!

No.

Well, if there is, it might be time

for you to go talk to someone.

You want me to go to a shrink.

Yeah, a shrink. I go to one.

Three-quarters of your idiot friends go to one.

And the other quarter should go to one.

I try to f*** with my shrink.

I try to f*** my shrink.

Mine knows nothing about sex or guys.

My shrink is so stupid.

It might help to get that grade up.

This Whole Wesleyan idea-

that's between you and your father.

It has nothing to do with me,

and a "B" isn't cutting it.

Whatever, Mommy! I don't need a shrink.

I don't know What I would talk about.

You'd talk about school, boys, me.

I'm sure you'd find something.

Fine! I will go. Can I just have some money?

Absolutely not.

And I put a great little Marc Jacobs

on hold for you at Bergdorf's.

Rosa, we're leaving.

God!

I can meet you around, like, 4:00?

Is that too late?

No, not at all.

Listen, let's meet

at that coffee shop you like on Lex.

Across from that pizza place. Remember?

Yeah, yeah. That sounds good.

All right. Listen, I'll see you

When I get there. Okay?

I'll see you at 4.00.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- What's up, warren? I thought you were in Cancun.

- How you doin'?

I gotta meet the family.

We're skiing in Sun Valley.

I leave tonight. It's boring.

- I'm almost looking forward to going back to school.

- Yeah, right.

No, really, man.

Harvard's better than you think.

- You should come.

- Nah.

You got no discipline, Mike.

Discipline?

Warren, my Whole life disciplined me.

Yeah. And so real.

Excuse me?

What, you come back here thinking

you're learning something important?

I spent the night in a f***ing

construction hole there, Warren...

to save my last bag

to bring to you on 88th Street.

My dad's a waiter. All right?

To pay off his debts from my mom's cancer

and his bankrupt restaurant.

- And you think you're real?

- Don't be so melodramatic.

Look at yourself. F*** off.

Hey, do you know Where Hunter is?

Hey, it's Hunter. Leave a message.

Yeah, Hunter. Where are you?

If you and Charlie are f***ing with me,

I swear to God.

By the way, Warren's a douche.

Hunter.

You may not remember me.

Avery Kimball, your father's attorney.

I brought you some fresh clothing.

And I have your father on the line.

We'll have you out of here in an hour.

Dad, I didn't kill anyone.

Don't say anything, Hunter.

You're in Avery's hands now.

He tracked us down.

We left you our itinerary. You know that.

Yeah, I know.

Why didn't you call me?

All right. I'm on the first plane there.

That's the best I can do.

Jesusl Who could have

expected anything like this?

Yeah. I know.

Hunter thought...

"He's the dad. Let him figure it out.

Let him decide what to say next. "

How are you feeling?

Pretty shitty, Dad.

Just say it once, please.

I love you, Son.

You need to be moving Twelve, man.

I got orders off the rack coming out your hood.

- Yeah?

- I'm telling you, Mike.

This is What you need to f*** with, right here.

Twelve, man.

- You know that girl you sold to yesterday?

- What girl, man?

She's been hitting me up hard.

She wants your number.

She wants to place a tall order

for some birthday party.

But, Lionel, look.

I can't be getting involved

with this Twelve sh*t, man.

All right?

Is it cool if I give her your number?

White Mike's just popping, man.

You're full of questions, man.

You want some trees or not?

Give her my number, man.

All right. Cool. Thanks.

It's gonna be a famous party.

And I'll be famous.

That's What you want- to be famous?

Well, if you're famous in your school,

you're famous in all schools...

and then in the city-

or at least the part that matters.

Then you have a career.

So...

Sean's your boyfriend?

I have lots of boyfriends.

I mean, I'm not a slut.

Different guys are interesting

for different reasons.

You're interesting for-

I'm sorry.

That's a line.

I've used it before, a lot.

I think if I met myself, I'd hate me.

Why do you say that?

Because...

I'm a shallow, narcissistic b*tch...

Who manipulates everyone for everything...

and freaks out royally

When I don't get What I want.

I mean, you wouldn't even like me

if I wasn't hot, right?

Who says I like you?

You're sweet.

- Do you have any weed?

- Yeah. Sure.

Bring it tonight, okay?

Everyone's bringing something.

- That blonde b*tch is using you.

- Shut up.

Not that you'll listen to me...

not that you actually have a chance

of popping your f***ing cherry.

Shut up. I'm not a virgin.

- Oh, yeah? Who?

- Zibby Schwartz, Southampton.

You wish.

How would you know? You weren't even there.

Where the hell did you get that?

The only tits you ever sucked on are Mom's.

- You're Mama's boy.

- Shut the f*** up.

L- I'm sorry. What? What did you say?

I couldn't hear you.

Chill out.

Listen!

You've always been her favorite.

That's Why you're going to Saint Martin's

tomorrow, and I'm not.

I found your ticket in your room.

Mama's boy.

- She thought you'd still be at boot camp.

- What?

You on roids again?

Say it. "I'm a- I'm a f***ing mama's boy."

- No.

- Say it!

Um-

Luisa has to get in your room to clean.

Yeah.

Get the f*** out of my face.

Luisa Bustamonte

has worked for the family for 25 years.

Chris, Claude and their parents

think she loves them.

She doesn't.

Careful, careful. Let me help you.

Jessica?

Chris.

Hey, could I borrow some money?

I'll pay you back as soon as school starts.

I just-

Uh, actually, Sara spent all my money.

You're looking at it.

Here you go.

Andrew thought, "Damn. This is a drug deal."

Is this your first time?

And the last, hopefully.

Since you're not planning on becoming

a regular customer, Why the weed?

This girl I know wanted it,

so I'm sort of picking it up for her.

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