Twogether Page #3

Yes.

Um...

You think we could...

go some place

away from here?

Since--

To talk?

I was drunk...

I know.

I meant what I said.

I think we need

to do this together.

All right.

Mom...

She's pregnant.

I can't stop thinking about...

you and dad

adopting me and...

my mother and...

and my father.

Mom, I wish you were there

like you always used to be.

I miss you so much.

[car horn honking]

Let us council you!

Please, don't go in there!

Murder!

You guy are idiots!

[door shunts,

angry chants continue]

[horns and sirens outside]

Allison McKenzie?!

John Madler?

You know we're really--

We're really different.

Totally.

But this isn't about us...

It's about this kid.

I know, so how do you think--

Go ahead.

No, you, you...

No, you.

- No, really.

[both laughing]

Okay!

How do we do this?

Together, right?

I mean, it's not mine

and it's not yours.

It's ours, right?

All right.

So we get together...

Have this baby...

Not to be married...

No, no, we won't even

act married, no...

Just to facilitate the birth

of the child and then...

What?

We'll figure that out

when the time comes.

It's very important that

we do the right thing here.

Okay, l mean, we could ruin

a very good relationship

if we're not careful.

But we're smart and we're

only doing this because we

wanna have this baby, so...

Because we can't

get rid of it.

Well, because we can't

get rid of it, yeah.

But in any case, we're--

Or, we know who we are...

and what we're doing.

And as long as we're

able to talk to each other

and tell each other

what's going on,

then we should

be okay, right?

And the ground rules

remain the same?

Mmm-hmm, exactly.

And that's all we

want from each other,

to have the kid

and nothing else?

Just to have the kid.

No commitments,

- No.

no dependency...

Nothing but the kid.

- Right.

Exactly.

[giggles]

Deal.

Okay.

So, she said,

"You're not even married.

How can you be

having his baby?"

And I said...

"Mother, it's my baby, too.

And besides, we were

married, and that's

almost the same thing."

[John cackling]

And then she wanted

to know about us

having been married...

Because apparently, when

you came to the house,

you said something

to Margaret,

about us having

been married?

Yeah?

So I said, "No big deal.

Things just didn't work out."

[both giggle]

What's in here?

Secrets?

Stuff.

- Stuff?

- Stuff.

Okay, Mr. Articulate.

I got it!

It's not part of the deal.

Who's that?

That's Oscar.

I let him sleep back there

and shower when

he needs one.

You do?

- Sure?

Real smart,

knows a lot about history.

[knocking on door]

Is that Melissa?

Yeah, probably,

I wanted to introduce her

to the mother

of my future child.

Some days, you get lucky.

Some days, you don't.

No, you make

your lucky, remember?

Saw the truck parked

outside, uh, you moving?

Allison, this is Arnie Wolfe,

he's our landlord.

Yeah, we met once

briefly at the Baja.

This is a nice

place you have.

Arnie is a money-monger.

He's a member of a group

of so-called developers

that are bent on

destroying a way of life

down here in Venice.

Tearing down a tradition

that has spawned artists

and creative people

for more than half a century.

Yeah, you say the nicest

things, really.

You're the girl from the

Polaroids, right?

Arnie...

- Yeah, you said that before.

They seemed to have made

a lasting impression on you.

Oh yes, that's

a horrible understatement.

You possess tremendous...

accoutrements.

- Arnie, Arnie, down boy

Allison's gonna be

staying here awhile.

We're having a baby!

- What?

We're having a baby.

[together]

B-A-B-Y.

Why?

What do you mean, "why?"

You guys ever hear of

rubbers?

The pill?

Abortion?

AIDS?!

Arnie, we got lucky...

Anyway, the important

thing is, now...

You're gonna get at least half

your rent every month.

'Cause the mother of my

future child has got...

M-O-N-E-Y.

Is he telling the truth?

Yeah well, this is great news.

This is reason to celebrate.

You guys got any beer?

No, but there's some peanut

butter back there.

Really?

Well, I'll take that as well.

Tasty libation for everyone.

There might be some like,

warm milk in there.

There it is!

What?

What?

There it is?

There it is...

What's that mean,

"there it is?"

There what is?

The heartbeat.

Right there.

Can you see it?

That's it.

[echoing]

No!!

Wake up!

It's okay, it's okay.

What were you dreaming?

Why do you want this child?

Do you always answer

a question with a question?

None of this

makes any sense!

I don't know why

we're doing this!

Well, let's just say because

we can't help ourselves.

That's bullshit.

We can.

Do you want me to leave?

I don't know what I want.

Look. look!

What do you think?

Cute!

Maybe a little small, though.

How do you know?

From the crotch.

My son's gonna need

a lot more room than

that to be comfortable.

Man!

Yeah, well maybe you

shoulda tried having

a baby with a woman.

Maybe.

How's it going?

Had better days.

What is it?

It's a painting.

Smart ass.

I wish I could do that.

I wish I had a gift like that.

Look, I got you something.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

Why don't you?

Why don't I what?

Paint.

I can't.

I don't know how.

Here, go ahead!

Paint!

Do it!

No, I can't.

I don't know how.

Come on, just do it.

Come on.

- No, are you crazy!

Anything!

- No!

No, I can't.

Why?

- I don't know how.

You're afraid!

No.

Yeah.

Of what?

Of what?

Beautiful!

I love it.

[moaning and panting]

Hi mom.

Mom?

Mom, this is Allison.

I wanted you to see her.

Feel it, mom.

The baby.

Our baby.

Do you ever wonder

what this is?

No, it's a boy!

No, I don't just mean

what sex, I mean um...

You know, sick or well or

normal or abnormal or...

Yeah!

Yeah?

Sometimes I get--

I get scared.

[blues rock ]

We'd like you to design

a visual statement...

One that can unite

all the various elements

of our program, into one

cohesive impression.

A lasting one of great impact.

Why?

Because we feel that you

could give us something

that would be effective

in terms of our fight.

You guys are at war!

There's nothing I can

do to help you win.

There's nothing any

artist can do.

You guys need guns,

not paintings.

[dishes rattling]

[pots banging]

I can't believe you,

guns?!

Well good, because it's not

up to you to believe me!

It's none of your business!

Yeah?

- Yeah!

How can you even say that?

This thing, this blind looting

of our world

is everyone's business!

Oh, that's really well-spoken

from the lips of a volunteer!

Oh yeah, and we met with

you volunteering your

paintings at auction!

To sell 'em!

To make me famous!

What you're saying is

perpetuation of bullshit, man.

Because nobody

gives a f***!

Yes they do!

- Nothing's changing!

What else is there?!

- Escape!

You know how many

paintings that van Gogh

sold before he died, huh?!

One painting!

One f***ing painting his

entire f***ing life!

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