Under The Cherry Moon Page #4

And your hair's greasy.

Do you use cooking oil?

"Christopher, this is so nice.

I've never done it in a piano before."

- Oh, you're obnoxious!

- You probably real quiet at first.

"Oh, oh." Then you get loud.

And then you get black.

"Oh, sh*t! Christopher, oh, sh*t!

Oh, baby! Oh, no!"

Aw, did I hurt little Mary's feelings?

You ain't funky at all.

You're just a little old prude.

A little rich party poop.

Shut up!

Jesus Christ. Shut up?

I'm calling your daddy this instant.

Be quiet, maybe, yes. Pipe down.

But not "shut up." Oh, no.

Yo, you got a dime?

Shut up!

I like that. Not bad.

Hello?

Yes, this is Lou.

May I speak to Mr. Sharon, please?

Oh. Is it important?

Yes.

- He's sleeping.

- Please.

All right.

- What?

- It's for you.

Ugh.

- Yeah, Lou. What is it?

- Isaac, get your ass out of that bed.

You know them's my drawers.

Who the hell is this?

The delivery boy from the liquor store.

I brought you champagne the other day.

Tell me where you are,

and I'll come and kick your face off!

Did you say kiss my face off?

Well, I'd like that real well,

because that's just what I did

to your daughter.

I'm going to marry her, Isaac.

She loves me.

She doesn't know it yet.

But when she does, she'll be mine.

It doesn't matter what you do to us.

She'll always belong to me.

If you try to stop us,

I'll give this number to your wife.

She knows what I'd do to you!

Ugly bastard!

There's one way to find out.

Just mess with me.

You rich folks always take

from people like me.

That says what? That says

now I'll take something from you.

He can destroy you. You have no idea.

The chief inspector is on his payroll.

- Does he love you?

- Yes.

Then I can destroy him.

You want?

Yes.

No. When I want it.

You rich girls want everything.

No.

I want more.

Thank you.

Mary!

Mary.

Your mother and I would like to see you.

Oh, hello, darling.

We were just talking about you.

Where have you been?

- You were out all night.

- Was I?

I don't remember.

- Who were you with?

- Friends.

Who? What friends?

I want an explanation.

Do I have to give you a written report,

or can I just phone it in?

Mary!

You were with that boy.

He's not a boy, he's a man.

He's not a man, he's a gigolo.

You know what that is?

That is a fancy word for a whore.

There are a lot of words

for "whore," Daddy,

and I'm sure you're well acquainted

with all of them.

It's time that you understand

the importance of your marriage

and what it could do to this family

and your future.

Do you have any idea

of how much the Donahues are worth?

Why, with our combined fortunes...

Mary, you have no right!

Now, that's nerve.

"I'll meet you at the club in two hours."

- I got waylaid.

- No.

You got laid.

You dogged me. You lied to me!

You broke the rules of our partnership.

You're jive, and you got laid.

Tricky, you know, I think you're cute,

but you're not my wife.

Why, you selfish son of a biscuit-eater.

I thought we were partners!

Not this time.

I'll tell you why, too.

'Cause you know if I drop the bomb

on Mary, she'll fall in love with me.

You're drunk.

Yeah, Christopher, I'm drunk.

But, hey, guess what?

You're stupid!

I told you never to mix emotion

with business. Deadly combination.

Have you seen my phone book?

- I bet you she don't even like you.

- I know she likes me.

Yeah? Well, I got news for you.

Women don't like you. They use you.

When they've used you up, they're gone.

You just said the wrong thing, Tricky.

Punk!

Mary sure ain't gonna be

playing with you no more.

Not when Tricky done with her!

That's right! That's my drawers now!

- She'll be throwing rocks at you.

- Tricky!

What's up, Christopher?

Let's run away.

For a couple of hours.

Why not forever?

Christopher, I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

Tricky and I come here all the time.

Afraid of us.

- My father is very...

- Your father.

You know as well as I do he ain't no good.

Why can't you admit it? Come on, say it.

Christopher, do you love me?

Define love.

- Yes?

- Sam?

Isaac?

That's right.

Listen, uh...

I have a little problem

I want you to help me with.

Look.

Why don't you go home and sleep it off.

You and Christopher

will be best friends again in the morning.

Never! He dogged me, lied to me, he...

Mary was my girl as much as his!

Kiss me.

You don't really love Jonathan, do you?

If I tell you, will you tell me something

about the women you go out with?

- Yes.

- No.

Now you talk.

Kiss me first.

Say, now!

Don't you two make a sexy couple?

When's the wedding?

I said, when's the wedding, man?

You still gonna marry her, aren't you?

That's what you said.

You said for $50 million,

you'd seriously consider it.

- Mary...

- But guess what. I want my cut!

You promised me 30%! I want it.

Mary, we got a little business deal.

Don't take it personally.

It's not true, Mary.

Do you lie?

Mary!

Damn it, Tricky!

You dumb sh*t! What did you do that for?

Because it's a full moon.

I'm a werewolf, b*tch.

Kiss my ass!

You dogged me, Chris!

- Shut up, stupid!

- No, you shut up!

You're going to end up

with no friends at all.

I don't need friends. I'm my own man.

Just like Liberace.

Christopher.

When can we get together again?

You know I miss you.

Christopher, you know I miss you.

Mary! My God, where have you been?

We've been worried sick about you.

Pack your bags, Mother.

We're flying to New York tonight.

- Whatever for? Jonathan's...

- Mother!

For 21 years now, I've listened

to you and Father tell me what to do.

You've painted a picture

of a perfect world

and you've framed it

with hypocrisy, stubbornness, and lies.

And you've hung it

on a trust fund I can't get

until I marry a man I don't even love.

Doesn't it matter to you and Daddy

what I want?

- Of course it does, dear, but...

- Mother.

Look at me.

I am your painting.

I hurt real bad.

Mary.

Don't you think I hurt, too?

We all hurt a little.

Hello, Christopher.

Isaac asked me to give you this.

It's yours...

Under one condition.

Stay away from Mary for good.

Give this to Isaac from me.

"Fa you?"

Tell him it's Chinese.

Christopher, wait.

She's leaving for New York

on the family plane.

What time?

Midnight.

Good luck, Christopher.

Mary, don't go!

What do you want?

To talk to you.

I don't want to hear it, Christopher.

I've heard enough.

Just give me

five minutes of your time, please!

Let him go.

Mary, what's going on?

I said, let him go!

You promise? Only five minutes.

- Mary, please!

- Don't worry.

Oh, God!

You have exactly four and a half minutes.

Mary, don't you see?

I need a lifetime.

I'm not giving it to you.

On, yes, you are.

I thought you wanted to talk.

Maybe I just wanted to look at you.

Why don't I give you a photograph?

I want more.

Isaac.

Isaac, this is terrible.

I tried to stop her.

I had no idea that she was...

- Let me handle this. Who's in charge?

- I am.

How the hell did you let this happen?

Your daughter willingly agreed to go, sir.

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