What Separates Us Page #4

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to really be responding.

It's the passion

more than the technique

that draws people in.

Those are my

friend's exact words.

WOMAN:
I love your paintings.

Thank you.

Your friend?

Let's just say

you want a professor

from the New York Academy

of Arts to notice you.

(SLOW ROCK MUSIC)

(MAN GRUNTS)

(LOUD THUDS)

He started it, man.

F***ing.

Oh sh*t.

Get off him, man.

(MEN GRUNTING AND YELLING)

B*tch.

Get off him, f***ing b*tch.

B*tch.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not kidding.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

Hi, thank you for

coming this evening.

Really appreciate you coming.

(SLOW ROCK MUSIC)

F*** you.

F*** you.

Oh, goddammit.

I'll f***ing kill you, you f***.

F***.

We gotta go, Larry.

Are you okay?

No, I'm fine, you damn kids.

Let's go.

Robby.

Robby.

(TRAIN IN DISTANCE)

Dammit, Robby.

(EERIE RINGING)

Parker.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

The showcase ended

a half hour ago.

DANNY:
Is Parker still here?

She's gone.

And if you're the one she

was waiting for all night,

you need to understand

what you're doing to her.

What?

What am I doing to her?

Her lack of focus on her work

and her focus on you

is holding her back.

She's gonna lose an opportunity

in New York because of you.

Look at you.

Parker deserves

better than this.

Danny.

Are you okay?

(WATER RUNNING)

DANNY:
Yeah, babe, sorry.

Sorry I missed the gallery.

What the hell happened?

What do you think?

Dammit, Danny, did

you get in a fight?

No, no, I slipped

on my ass, yeah.

Yes, I got in a fight.

Robby's a bad influence.

DANNY:
Shut up.

What the hell, Danny.?

Just stop please.

PARKER:
I get worried about you.

You get worried about me?

I mean, come on.

F*** you then, Danny.

Oh.

F*** you.

Oh, f*** me, huh?

Yeah, f*** me, huh?

F*** me, huh, f*** me, huh?

Danny.

F*** me.

Yeah.

(GLASS BREAKING)

Danny.

F***.

Danny.

What?

You think I'm some kind of

f***ing small town hick?

Loser, piece of

f***ing sh*t loser.

Daniel, stop.

(DANNY YELLS)

Stop.

Stop it.

Stop, stop.

Stop.

Stop.

DANNY:
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I just like yelling.

Okay, okay.

ROBBY:
Stop cutting the corner,

you're f***ing cheating.

Would you stop

whining, you p*ssy?

(CARS RACING IN VIDEO GAME)

Dude, I'm sorry

about last night.

I was being a dumb ass.

Super dumb ass, man.

Thanks, Nate.

I'm sorry, bro.

No, man, but,

I mean, you f***ed up

the other night, man.

That fight should

not have happened.

All right, dude.

I mean, that was a

f***ing meth head, dude.

All right, well, what about

all the times I saved your ass

picking fights on the res?

Dude, I was 17.

Like that was any smarter?

I was 17, man.

I mean, come on,

it's not a matter

of saving your ass anyway.

I love you, dude.

It's a matter of not

getting into those

f***ing situations anymore, man.

I mean, f***.

All right.

All right, all right.

God.

I mean, I have got to

stop this sh*t, dude.

I mean, we are the only ones

that like to f***ing get

in fights anymore, man.

Fine.

What the f*** have

you been up to lately/

What do you mean?

I mean ever since you and Parker

been f***ing, you got soft.

Am I right, guys?

Dude, don't bring Parker

into this f***ing sh*t, dude.

This is our deal, man.

Parker's the one that turned

you into a f***ing p*ssy.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Dammit.

You f***ed up last

night, man, end of story.

I'm an a**hole.

Yeah, you are.

Shut up.

(BELLS RINGING IN DISTANCE)

PARKER:
Are you okay?

Yeah.

PARKER:
Come on, Danny, talk.

DANNY:
I'm okay, I just,

I gotta get out of

this sh*t, you know?

PARKER:
Yeah.

I know.

Wait, wait, wait.

I love you, okay?

I know.

I love you.

(SOFT ROCK MUSIC)

Hey, Larry.

Thanks for helping last night

when the meth head

tried to kill my friend.

You remember that?

Huh?

Are you gonna say anything?

Sorry about last night.

Shut up.

I know.

Well, let me say it.

Say you're sorry

you picked a fight

with a meth head in my bar?

Sorry I had to call the cops

and make up some

bullshit story for you?

I didn't pick the

fight with him, Bill.

Just stop, okay?

'Cause if it's not

you, it's Robby

and if it's not Robby, it's you.

Every goddamn time.

Why are you losing her?

I don't know.

You've been coming in

here since you were a kid

just old enough to

look over the bar.

Back then, I saw a

young kid with promise.

I saw your Dad in you.

Get the hell out of here, man.

Thanks, Bill.

All right.

DANNY:
Thanks.

(SLOW HUMMING MUSIC)

Babe, what you working on?

It's a secret.

You're home early.

Yeah.

Thanks.

You look beautiful.

Shut up.

(SLOW PIANO MUSIC)

What the f*** is his problem?

It's like ever since Parker

happened, he's never around.

(SOFT ROCK MUSIC)

Homo (COUGHS).

What the hell, Jack?

Shut the f*** up, Jack.

I will beat your ass.

Dude, I'm f***ing kidding, man.

Danny'll come around.

He's in love, man.

Bill, three shots.

ROBBY:
F*** that, let's get out of here.

Never mind, Bill.

JESSIE:
F*** that, I'm

staying, getting drunk.

Jessie's staying,

keep the shots, Bill.

Hey, Robby.

Remember when we were kids

and those older dudes were

beating on me in

the fourth grade?

You and Danny were the

only ones who backed me up,

even though you knew you'd

get beat down as bad as me.

ROBBY:
Yeah?

And remember junior

year of high school?

Danny took the rap for us, man.

Even though it almost got him

kicked off the f***ing team.

What's your point, Jack?

We've always been

there for each other.

Always.

That's not gonna change,

especially for a girl, man.

(SLOW PIANO MUSIC)

I mean, he loves her,

but we're his boys.

I just miss him, dude.

I miss coming up

here, all five of us.

Bullshitin', jokin' around.

(TRUCK APPROACHES)

Look who it is.

(SLOW ROCK MUSIC)

Steward of the king.

That's good vocab, Vince.

You finally graduated

fifth grade?

Where's your boyfriend?

I'm the only one who's allowed

to call my friends homos.

Four of you and two of us.

Problem is your boy Danny

really f***ed up this time.

Danny doesn't fight anymore.

Tell that to my f***ing cousin.

33 stitches across his face,

crushed his f***ing nose in.

I didn't know that was

your f***ing cousin, Vince.

I thought this sh*t was done,

but it's just got personal.

Now I gotta take one of

Danny's boys to the hospital.

Woah, Vince.

This was my fault.

If you gotta f*** someone up,

F*** you, Robby.

Shut the f*** up, Jack.

You're fighting, I'm fighting.

Jack, I've always

liked your spirit.

Can't fight worth a damn,

but at least you try.

It's too bad.

Let's get this motherf***er.

ROBBY:
No, no.

(MEN GRUNTING)

Watch this, motherf***er.

(HEAVY THUDS)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(WHOOPS)

(SAD MUSIC)

Do you like what you see, b*tch?

Let's get the f*** out of here.

You tell Danny where

he can find me.

Jack.

Jack.

Jack.

VINCE:
Go, go.

(TRUCK STARTS)

(TRUCK DRIVES AWAY)

Oh, f*** Jack.

Oh f***.

(GRUNTS)

Jack.

(PHONE RINGS)

(SLOW ROCK MUSIC)

Hello?

Robby, what up, man?

Robby, I can't hear you, man.

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