Chemistry (2011): Season 1, Episode 12 - In or Out, Part 1 - full transcript
A promotion at work comes with a life-altering decision for Liz, who must also deal with the return of an old boyfriend. Meanwhile, Jocelyn wants Michael to try something different.
♪
(woman) ♪ WHAT IS THIS THING ♪
♪ CALLED LOVE? ♪
♪ THIS FUNNY THING ♪
♪ CALLED LOVE ♪
♪ JUST WHO CAN SOLVE ♪
♪ ITS MYSTERY? ♪
♪ WHY SHOULD IT MAKE ♪
♪ A FOOL OF ME? ♪
♪ I SAW YOU THERE ♪
♪ THAT WONDERFUL DAY ♪
♪ YOU TOOK MY LOVE ♪
♪ AND THREW IT AWAY ♪
♪ AND SO I ASK THE LORD ♪
♪ IN HEAVEN ABOVE ♪
♪ WHAT IS THIS THING ♪
♪ CALLED LOVE? ♪
♪ CALLED LOVE ♪
(man) IT'S 105
IN THE L.A. BASIN,
AND THOSE SUMMER TEMPERATURES
JUST KEEP KICKING ASS.
(objects clatter)
(sighs)
HOT.
A.C.'s BUSTED.
GONNA RAISE ME?
I'LL RAISE YOU...
$20, AND I'LL SEE YOU.
(moans)
YOU WANNA SEE ME?
OKAY.
TWO PAIR?
I MEAN, ALL I GOT ARE...
(sighs)
TRIP QUEENS.
YOU LOSE.
TAKE IT OFF.
AHH.
MMM.
YEP.
(whispers) ALL RIGHT.
(normal voice)
SHALL I SHUFFLE?
UNH-UNH.
(both moaning)
(clatter)
(moans)
(chuckles)
AH.
AH!
(both moaning)
OH! OH! (gasps)
(grunting)
(gasping)
(both grunting)
OHH.
(chuckles)
AHH.
(panting)
YOU WANNA DO ANOTHER ONE,
MISTER?
(groans) I CAN'T.
I HAVE TO GO HOME.
I STILL HAVE TO PREP
FOR A HEARING FOR TOMORROW.
OH.
AH, THE LIFE OF
A RE-EMPLOYED LAWYER.
OH.
(chips clatter)
HEY, UH, MEET ME FOR LUNCH
ON WEDNESDAY.
WAIT. UH, MAKE IT TUESDAY.
OLD BOYFRIEND COMING TO TOWN.
WHAT?
(chips clatter)
I'M NOT THE ONLY GUY
YOU'VE EVER BEEN WITH?
(laughs)
HE'S HERE
FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS.
NAME'S HIGHWAY.
HIGHWAY?
MM-HMM.
MUST BE ONE OF THOSE...
RESTLESS MEN.
THAT'S HIM.
DID YOU LOVE HIM?
HE LOVED ME.
THAT WAS MORE IMPORTANT.
WELL, ANOTHER SHATTERED HEART
ON THE LIST
OF MEN YOU'VE SET ADRIFT.
ACTUALLY, HE WENT TO JAIL.
DEALT DOPE TO SUPPORT
HIS SINGING CAREER.
MM. (chuckles)
OPERA?
COUNTRY,
BUT A LOT OF LITTLE STUFF.
HAD A LOCAL HIT IN MEMPHIS.
"SHOT THE MAN."
♪ SHOT THE MAN
WHO STOLE YOUR HEART ♪
♪ KILLED THE MAN,
NOW WE'LL NEVER BE APART ♪
HE SOUNDS CLINGY.
HE'S SWEET.
HE BOUGHT ME AN I.D. BRACELET
FROM THE MONEY HE MADE
FROM A SHIPMENT
OF JAMAICAN WEED.
HAD IT ENGRAVED.
I'M WAITING.
IS THERE ANOTHER MURDER LYRIC?
IT SAID,
"BABY,
YOU'RE A ROCKET TO MARS."
WELL...
MAYBE HE GOT
INTO HIS OWN STASH.
(chuckles)
YOU KNOW, I HAVE
A POKER CHIP SOMEWHERE
WHERE IT ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE.
AH. (whispers) OH.
(normal voice) MAYBE...
I CAN DO A CAVITY SEARCH.
MM.
I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK.
(grunts)
OKAY.
OH, I'M GONNA FIND IT!
OH.
WHERE IS IT? IN HERE?
MM. IS IT A $25 OR A $100?
I DON'T KNOW. I'LL FIND IT.
HEY! NO. NO. UNH-UNH.
(both moaning)
OH. YOU WANNA GO BACK
TO THE BEDROOM?
(groans)
YES, BUT I ALSO HAVE TO WORK.
(groans)
AH, EX-BOYFRIENDS.
SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO SAY
TA-TA.
LIKE WHEN I SPENT MY JUNIOR YEAR
AT BARNARD ABROAD
AND I MET FABRICE.
ONE EXQUISITE AFTERNOON,
WE WENT ALOFT
IN A HOT AIR BALLOON
OVER BORDEAUX.
SUDDENLY, THUNDER POUNDED.
IT BEGAN TO POUR.
THE BALLOON WAS SWEPT SIDEWAYS
AND COULDN'T BE CONTROLLED.
I'VE NEVER BEEN SO SCARED
IN MY LIFE.
BUT HERE'S THE GOOD PART--
THE STORM STOPPED, AS THEY DO,
AND WE WERE SAVED.
AND A RAINBOW APPEARED.
THEY USUALLY DO,
BUT AS SOON AS WE LANDED,
I SAID, "AU REVOIR, FABRICE.
IT'S BEEN FUN,
BUT I CAN'T FORGIVE
YOUR WEEPING IN THE STORM."
YOU HAVE A MAGNIFICENT FOOT.
WELL, NOT TO GO ON ABOUT IT,
BUT I WAS VOTED
MOST LIKELY IN MY LAW CLASS
TO BECOME A FOOT MODEL.
WELL, AT BENTON FOGG LEATHERS,
WE DON'T OFTEN GET TO SEE
THE CALIBER OF FOOT
THAT OUR CUSTOM SHOES DESERVE.
TOO OFTEN, WE SEE
THE IMPOVERISHED ARCH...
MM.
THE MISSHAPEN TOENAILS.
HMM.
HEARTBREAKING.
BUT YOUR FOOT...
WELL, TO BE CANDID,
I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT
IN MY CAREER.
WELL, THANK YOU, HEATHER.
AND I APPRECIATE YOUR FLYING IN
FROM LONDON FOR THE FITTING.
OH. I ASSURE YOU,
THE PLEASURE'S ALL MINE.
MM.
YOU SHOULD PICK
WHICH BOOT YOU PREFER.
BUT I'LL TELL YOU THIS.
YOU CAN'T GO WRONG.
FEET LIKES YOURS ARE A GIFT.
AHH. HEY, LUTHER, I--UH... OH.
SORRY. I'LL COME BACK.
OH, NO, NO.
COME IN. COME IN.
MICHAEL, MEET HEATHER CROWLEY
OF THE FINE
CUSTOM SHOEMAKING HOUSE
BENTON FOGG OF LONDON.
HELLO.
PLEASURE.
13... D.
UH, CORRECT.
HMM.
YOU ARE
MENTALLY UNDRESSING MY FEET.
SO I AM. (chuckles)
LUTHER, WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?
I'M HAVING RIDING BOOTS MADE.
FOR WHAT? YOU DON'T RIDE.
SO WHAT?
I'M PLANNING
TO WEAR THEM WITH SHORTS.
(chuckles)
HEATHER, WOULD YOU GIVE US
A MOMENT?
OH.
TAINTED TUSH HAS GONE PUBLIC.
WE ARE GOING TO BE RICH BEYOND
OUR WILDEST DREAMS.
$50 MILLION BETWEEN US!
$50 MILLION ON PAPER, LUTHER.
IT'S--IT'S DATED STOCK.
WE CAN'T SELL IT FOR SIX MONTHS.
GOOD. IT'LL BE WORTH
EVEN MORE BY THEN.
THINK ABOUT IT, MICHAEL.
WE NEVER HAVE TO GROW UP!
OH! THEN THE PRESSURE'S OFF
FOR YOU.
PEOPLE ONLY GROW UP
AND GET THEIR AT TOGETHER
SO THEY CAN MAKE A LIVING.
WE DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT
ANYMORE.
WE CAN DO
WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANT!
LUTHER--
I AM GOING TO PROPOSE
TO SHERYL CROW.
WHAT?
THIS IS MY TIME, MICHAEL.
I'M GONNA JOIN
CIRQUE du SOLEIL!
LOOK, LUTHER, YOU'RE
GETTING AHEAD OF YOURSELF.
NO, I'M FINALLY IN SYNC
WITH MYSELF.
I'M FREE! (laughs)
OKAY.
FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD,
I DROP ALL PRETENSE,
I SHED MY FACADE.
I AM GOING TO BE THE ME
I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE!
THE REAL ME!
AND I'M GOING TO STOP SHAVING
MY ASS. (laughs)
THAT IS GENUINELY REVOLTING.
(knock on door)
(laughing)
MICHAEL, I NEED YOU
FOR A MOMENT.
LUTHER, WHY ARE YOU JUMPING
ON THE COUCH?
BECAUSE I AM ALIVE!
WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?
(sighs deeply)
HOW CONVENTIONAL OF YOU TO
BE ALARMED BY MISSING FOOTWEAR
WHEN YOUR VERY ESSENCE HAS BEEN
STOLEN BY CORPORATE INANITY.
NEVER THOUGHT OF IT THAT WAY.
THIS, ARTHUR,
IS WHAT REAL TRUE FREEDOM
LOOKS LIKE.
NO MORE SELLING OUT
FOR ME. NO.
THIS, MY FRIEND...
(chuckles)
IS THE REAL ME!
HA! (laughs)
WELL, CARRY ON, YOU.
A SMALL SUGGESTION--YOU MIGHT
WANT TO PULL UP YOUR TROUSERS.
I CAN SEE YOUR CHUBBER.
MICHAEL.
YEAH.
(clears throat)
(exhales deeply)
(sighs)
HI, MICHAEL.
JOCE.
WHAT A POTENTIALLY PAINFUL
SURPRISE.
LAST TIME WE SPOKE,
YOU WERE WITH
YOUR NEW PAL CASEY IN KAUAI.
HOW ARE THE BEACHES,
THE WATERFALLS,
THE CUNNILINGUS?
I DIDN'T LEAVE YOU
FOR A WOMAN.
SHE LOOKED LIKE A WOMAN.
AM I MISSING SOMETHING?
SO MUCH, MICHAEL.
CASEY IS ONLY PART OF IT.
THERE'S...
ALSO HAL.
HAL?
THAT SOUNDS LIKE A MAN'S NAME.
YOU KNOW, SOMEONE WHO OWNS
AND OPERATES A PENIS.
(sighs) YOU'D LIKE HIM.
I ALREADY DON'T.
HE LIKES YOU.
I TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT YOU.
NO, YOU DIDN'T.
TELL ME YOU DIDN'T DO THAT.
I TOLD HIM I LOVE YOU,
AND NOW HE LOVES YOU.
I DON'T WANT HAL TO LOVE ME.
MAKE HIM STOP.
(chuckles)
YOU CAN'T STOP LOVE, MICHAEL.
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF...
POLYAMORY?
IT THAT THE LESBO RESORT YOU
STAYED WHEN YOU WERE IN HAWAII?
IT'S THE NEW INTIMACY.
OPENING YOURSELF UP TO LOVING
MORE THAN JUST ONE PERSON.
AS DAVID CROSBY SANG
IN HIS POIGNANT BALLAD
"TRIAD,"
"WHY CAN'T WE GO ON AS THREE?"
MM.
OR MAYBE EVEN...
FOUR?
(clears throat) DOES HAL LOOK
A LOT LIKE DAVID CROSBY?
NO.
AH. DAVID CROSBY DONATES SPERM
TO LESBIANS.
IS THAT HOW YOU KNOW HIM?
I DON'T KNOW HIM, MICHAEL.
I'M JUST REFERENCING
AN OLD SONG.
LOOK...
I WANT YOU TO MEET THEM.
NO.
IT WOULD REPRESENT COMPLETION
OF THE CIRCLE FOR ME, MICHAEL.
THINK OF IT.
MY NEW LIFE WITH CASEY AND HAL,
MY WORK ON THE CANTONI ACCOUNT.
IT'S ALL COMING MY WAY.
(sighs)
CAN WE COME OVER
FOR ONE DRINK?
NO!
PLEASE?
FINE. I'VE RETHOUGHT IT.
NO.
I LOVE YOU, MICHAEL.
YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME,
AND NOW SO IS CASEY AND HAL.
THEY'VE CHANGED ME,
AND I NEED YOU TO MEET THEM.
NO STRINGS ATTACHED.
WHAT ABOUT ROPES? YOU DIDN'T
SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ROPES.
IS HAL
ONE OF THOSE BONDAGE KINGS?
IS HE GONNA STRING ME UP
AND DRIP HOT WAX ON MY NUTS?
YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG,
MICHAEL.
THIS IS ABOUT EMOTIONS,
NOT SEX.
PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME.
(scoffs) HMM.
DO I HAVE TO HUG HIM?
NO.
IS HE GONNA TRY AND BLOW ME?
(chuckles) NO.
IS HE EXPECTING ME
TO BLOW HIM?
NO.
ONE DRINK. ONE.
(laughs) WHAT IS THIS,
LUTHER?
I TOLD YOU, IT'S A SURPRISE.
COME ON! TELL ME!
BE PATIENT.
(giggling)
VOILA.
WELL...
WHO IS HE AND WHAT IS HE DOING
IN MY BED?
IT'S MARCELLO.
SAY HELLO, MARCELLO. (chuckles)
(male voice)
BUON SERA, PEMMIE.
(laughs)
DITTO, MARCELLO.
HMM. A THREE-WAY.
YOU ARE A BAD BOY, LUTHER.
WELL, I TRY.
AHH.
COME TO ME, PEMMIE.
(laughs) OH, GOD.
THANK GOD JOCE IS IN LISBON.
(chuckles)
OH, GOD. YOU ARE CRAZY.
MMM.
(gasping) OH, MY GOD!
THIS THING'S SO FUCKING SICK!
IT GETS BETTER.
PULL THE COVERS DOWN.
(laughing)
OH! HOLY SHIT.
(laughing) OH, MY GOD!
MARCELLO IS A STATE-OF-THE-ART
REAL DOLL.
IT WAS A GIFT GIVEN TO ME
BY MY GOOD FRIENDS...
MMM!
AT ABYSS CREATIONS.
CARE TO TAKE IT FOR A SPIN?
OHH, GOD,
THAT IS ONE AMAZING COCK.
OH, I ALMOST FORGOT.
(imitates rifle click
and rapid gunfire)
(laughing)
HA HA! (blows air)
OH!
TASTER'S CHOICE.
HOLY SHIT.
ALL RIGHT, I'LL TAKE IT
FROM HERE, LUTHER.
AHH.
HELLO, MARCELLO.
(speaks indistinctly)
THIS IS KIND OF WEIRD,
YOU LITTLE NAUGHTY BOY.
YES, YOU LIKE THAT, MARCELLO,
YOU LITTLE BITCH?
(gasps) BOING!
YES, MARCELLO!
OH, YEAH, YOU LIKE IT LIKE THAT,
YOU LITTLE BITCH?
(moaning)
WHAT IS THAT SMELL, LUTHER?
I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE.
(inhales deeply)
THAT, MY DEAREST PEMBERG,
IS THE SMELL OF FREEDOM!
(laughs)
YOU REEK LIKE AN ANIMAL.
YES.
GET IN HERE WITH US AND GRAB
THAT BIG DICK ON THE WAY.
OH, YES, BABY.
(grunting)
HA HA!
AAH!
YES! MARCELLO, YOU KNOW YOU WANT
THIS ONE ON YOU, RIGHT?
OH! (laughs)
♪
(door opens)
(stops playing)
AH.
(closes door)
HOWDY.
HIGHWAY, RIGHT?
WELL... (chuckles)
YOU GOTTA BE MICHAEL.
RIGHT? (grunts)
(laughs)
LIZ'S FRIEND, RIGHT?
YEAH, LIZ'S... FRIEND.
HEY, NO OFFENSE.
NO, NONE TAKEN. IT'S JUST THAT
WE'VE GONE WAY PAST FRIENDSHIP.
HARD NOT TO WITH LIZZIE.
LIZ TELLS ME YOU'RE SOME KIND
OF A COWBOY... TROUBADOUR.
YEAH, SOME COWBOY.
I'M FROM PITTSBURGH. (laughs)
OH, PITTSBURGH.
I SPENT A WEEK THERE ONE NIGHT.
OH, YEAH?
(chuckles)
I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID THAT
WHEN I DON'T THINK WHITE GUYS
SHOULD BE HIGH-FIVING ANYBODY.
OR CALLING EACH OTHER
"BROTHER."
EXACTLY.
HIGH FIVE, MY BROTHER.
(laughing)
(chuckles)
(chuckles)
SO, UH...
HOW'D YOU GET THAT NAME?
HIGHWAY? OH, I GOT THAT
IN THE CLUB SCENE.
A DRUMMER BUDDY OF MINE
GAVE IT TO ME
'CAUSE I COULDN'T STAY ANYWHERE
FOR TOO LONG.
THAT'S HOW I LANDED IN JOLIET
FOR TWO YEARS, ANYWAY.
OH, YEAH.
LIZ TOLD ME ABOUT THAT.
ANYWAY...
GAVE ME AN OPPORTUNITY
TO WRITE A COUPLE COUNTRY HITS
WHEN I WAS ON THE INSIDE.
I SOCKED SOME MONEY AWAY, TOO.
WHO WAS YOUR INSPIRATION?
HANK WILLIAMS? MERLE HAGGARD?
WILLIAM BLAKE.
THE ENGLISH POET?
NOT JUST "THE ENGLISH POET."
HE WAS
THE MAJOR POET AND PAINTER
OF THE ROMANTIC MOVEMENT.
A REVOLUTIONARY.
SUPPORTER OF WOMEN'S RIGHTS.
DID YOU KNOW
THAT ON HIS DEATHBED,
HE TURNS TO HIS WIFE,
TAKES HER HAND, AND HE SAYS,
"STAY, KATE!
"KEEP JUST AS YOU ARE.
"I WILL DRAW YOUR PORTRAIT,
FOR YOU HAVE EVER BEEN
AN ANGEL TO ME"?
HE DRAWS HER PORTRAIT,
STARTS TO SING...
BOOM.
AND DIES.
(laughs)
NOW THAT'S MY INSPIRATION.
AH. THAT'S A PRETTY TOUGH ACT
TO FOLLOW.
YEAH, NO DOUBT. HE MADE IT HARD
FOR THE REST OF US.
OH. ARE YOU DOING
THAT WILLIAM BLAKE SHIT AGAIN?
(laughs) HEY.
(laughs) HEY, IT'S THE MAN!
(chuckles)
(growls)
(giggles) MM.
NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE HAPPY
TO SEE A COP AGAIN.
(laughs) OH, YEAH?
OF COURSE, I MISS SEEING YOU
IN THAT OUTFIT. MMM.
I GOT A PRESENT FOR YOU.
OH, YEAH?
MM-HMM.
LITTLE SOMETHING I WROTE
ON THE INSIDE.
♪ I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU
FOR SO DAMN LONG ♪
♪ SEARCHING UNTIL I... ♪
♪ I DON'T KNOW IF COULD LIVE
ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU ♪
♪ NOT A DAY GOES BY... ♪
(sings indistinctly)
♪ WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES ♪
IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
IT'S CALLED
"NOT A DAY GOES BY."
(chuckles)
YOU KNOW WHY?
WHY?
'CAUSE NOT A DAY GOES BY
I HAVEN'T THOUGHT
ABOUT YOU, HONEY.
OH.
THOUGHT ABOUT US,
ABOUT OUR FUTURE.
YOUR WHAT?
OUR FUTURE.
(chuckles) AHEM.
YOU'RE ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT
EVERY MINUTE I WAS IN PRISON.
AND I VOWED,
AS SOON AS I GOT OUT,
I WAS GONNA TRACK YOU DOWN,
HONEY.
AND I WAS GONNA COME HERE
AND I WAS GONNA TELL YOU
THAT ONE LITTLE THING.
I WANT YOU TO BE WITH ME.
(chuckles)
FOREVER.
(sighs)
AND I KNOW THAT'S A LOT
TO TAKE IN.
(chuckles) NO KIDDING.
LOOK, I'M NOT ASKING
FOR YOU TO GIVE ME AN ANSWER
RIGHT THIS SECOND.
(whispers) I WANT YOU
TO THINK ABOUT IT, OKAY?
I WILL.
MMM.
(kissing)
MM.
MMM.
I'LL BE BACK.
AND YOU...
YOU ARE MY WITNESS, BROTHER.
(laughs)
YOU'RE GOOD PEOPLE.
(laughs)
WHAT WAS THAT?
THAT WAS HIGHWAY
BEING HIGHWAY.
AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HIM
I WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND?
BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK
THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE.
AND ANYWAY,
IT WOULDN'T MATTER TO HIGHWAY.
HIGHWAY DOES
WHAT HIGHWAY WANTS.
AND WHAT THE FUCK
DO YOU THINK I WANT?
HELP ME UNDERSTAND WHAT'S
GOING ON BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM?
IS IT BECAUSE YOUR GIRLFRIEND
LEFT YOU?
HER NAME IS JOCELYN.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
WHAT HER NAME IS! SHE'S GONE!
WELL, THANK YOU.
THANK YOU FOR THAT.
YOU JUST--YOU DON'T GET ME.
OH. OH, NO, YOU'RE WRONG.
HERE'S HOW YOU AND I GET
EACH OTHER.
LET'S FUCK.
JUST LIKE THAT?
JUST LIKE THAT!
AND SUDDENLY
YOU JUST WANNA FUCK?
YES!
IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
YOU WANT THIS?
(grunts)
HMM? HMM?
(moaning)
HMM? HMM? HMM?
HMM? IS IT WHAT YOU WANT?
(panting)
YOU WANNA FUCK? HUH?
MM-HMM. (grunts)
(gasping)
GET THOSE PANTS OFF.
(gasps) FUCK ME.
(both moaning and grunting)
YOU WANNA FUCK?
(grunting)
YES! AH!
OH!
(grunting)
(panting)
(moans)
(gasps)
(both panting)
THE PRACTICE OF LAW
IS OFTEN FULL-FRONTAL WARFARE.
EVERY MAN NEEDS AN ADVANTAGE,
AND YOU, LADIES,
ARE OBVIOUSLY AWARE
THAT ANATOMY IS
THAT ADVANTAGE.
THE POINT IS, THOUGH SMALL,
I AM A LARGE MAN.
I'M AVAILABLE
FOR LATE-NIGHT CONSULTATIONS,
CASUAL WEEKENDS,
AND SUPERFICIAL DINNERS.
HEY, EVERYONE.
UH, LUTHER, WHAT'S GOING ON?
YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
I'M EXPRESSING MYSELF.
YOU'RE... EXUDING YOURSELF.
YOU NEED TO BE FUMIGATED.
NONSENSE. I'M IN THE MOMENT.
I'M SO RICH,
I MAY NEVER BATHE AGAIN.
I TOLD YOU
WE'RE NOT THERE YET.
WE HAVE NUMBERED STOCK,
NOT CASH IN HAND.
(sighs) PISH POSH.
(mouth full) SO, GUYS,
LET'S CUT TO THE CHASE,
OKAY?
(normal voice)
YOU'RE BUSY. I'M BUSY.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, WHATEVER.
WHO GIVES A FUCK?
I'M ONLY INTERESTED
IN BUYING YOU OUT.
OKAY, $5 MILLION
FOR YOUR SHARES IN TAINTED TUSH.
THAT'S $5 MILLION GUARANTEED
FROM ME, DEZ BAMMER.
TODAY. WHAT SAY YOU?
INTERESTING, DEZ.
WOULD YOU...
CARE TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS?
ABSOLUTELY, LUTHER.
FUCK OFF, YOU FAT FUCK.
UH...
I'M SURE LUTHER DID NOT MEAN
TO SAY IT QUITE THAT WAY.
YOU THINK I'M FAT?
I THINK
YOU'RE A REPUGNANT BLIMP.
OKAY. $6 MILLION.
$6 MILLION?!
BLOW ME.
ALL RIGHT. $6.5 MILLION.
(mouth full) HERE, WIRED TODAY.
(normal voice) OKAY, YOU GOT
30 SECONDS TO RESPOND
OR THE DEAL GOES BYE-BYE.
THE STOCK IS WORTH
$50 MILLION.
(laughs) ON PAPER.
YOU CAN WIPE YOUR ASS WITH THAT.
PASS, ELEPHANT MAN.
WELL, YOUR TIME'S UP ANYWAY.
ALL RIGHT,
LET'S MOVE IT OUT, GIRLS.
APPARENTLY NO ONE HERE
WANTS TO GET RICH TODAY.
OH, BY THE WAY,
I LIKE YOUR STYLE.
MM. (chuckles)
HE LIKES MY STYLE.
THAT'S BECAUSE
YOU DON'T HAVE ANY, LUTHER.
CONGRATULATIONS. I THINK
YOU JUST MADE A HUGE MISTAKE.
MM.
(mutters) $6.5 MILLION.
FUCK.
(telephone rings)
(sighs)
(ring)
(ring)
(beep)
YEAH?
WHAT, HERE?
UH, SURE.
HEY.
HEY.
YOU COME BY
NOT TO TALK AGAIN?
DON'T MAKE A JOKE.
I'M NOT.
MICHAEL,
I'VE BEEN PUTTING THINGS OFF
FOR TOO LONG.
I'M NOT GONNA LIKE THIS,
AM I?
YOU AND ME,
WE'RE GREAT AT RUBBING UP
AGAINST EACH OTHER
AND STARTING BIG FIRES,
BUT THERE'S NEVER SIMPLE
AND EASY WITH US, MICHAEL.
I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE APPEAL.
THAT WAS THEN.
THEN?
AT WHAT POINT
DID WE BECOME "THEN?"
THE NIGHT WE MET.
IT'S A LOT OF THINGS.
CAPTAIN DECKER IS TALKING
ABOUT PROMOTING ME.
HEY! YOU KIDDING?
WELL, YOU KNOW,
YOU'RE RECKLESS AND...
YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN TO STOP,
AND YOUR ATTITUDE SUCKS.
YEAN, HE SAYS
I'M PERFECT DETECTIVE MATERIAL.
(chuckles)
THERE'S A LOT OF THINGS.
MY FOLKS--THEY HAD
THIS CRAZY THING,
AND IT RIPPED THEM APART.
I SWORE I'D NEVER DO THAT.
WELL, YOU'RE NOT THEM.
(scoffs) CLOSE ENOUGH.
YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK?
JOCE HAS MOVED ON,
AND I'M AVAILABLE NOW,
AND THAT SCARES THE SHIT
OUT OF YOU.
YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT.
IT DOES.
JUST--IT'S JUST TOO MUCH
OF US, MICHAEL.
NEITHER OF US HAS EVER HAD
WHAT WE HAVE TOGETHER.
CHEMISTRY'S NOT ENOUGH.
YOU CAN'T BUILD A LIFE ON THAT,
AND I WANT ONE.
I'M MOVING IN WITH HIGHWAY.
(door closes)
(woman) ♪ WHAT IS THIS THING ♪
♪ CALLED LOVE? ♪
♪ THIS FUNNY THING ♪
♪ CALLED LOVE ♪
♪ JUST WHO CAN SOLVE ♪
♪ ITS MYSTERY? ♪
♪ WHY SHOULD IT MAKE ♪
♪ A FOOL OF ME? ♪
♪ I SAW YOU THERE ♪
♪ THAT WONDERFUL DAY ♪
♪ YOU TOOK MY LOVE ♪
♪ AND THREW IT AWAY ♪
♪ AND SO I ASK THE LORD ♪
♪ IN HEAVEN ABOVE ♪
♪ WHAT IS THIS THING ♪
♪ CALLED LOVE? ♪
♪ CALLED LOVE ♪
(man) IT'S 105
IN THE L.A. BASIN,
AND THOSE SUMMER TEMPERATURES
JUST KEEP KICKING ASS.
(objects clatter)
(sighs)
HOT.
A.C.'s BUSTED.
GONNA RAISE ME?
I'LL RAISE YOU...
$20, AND I'LL SEE YOU.
(moans)
YOU WANNA SEE ME?
OKAY.
TWO PAIR?
I MEAN, ALL I GOT ARE...
(sighs)
TRIP QUEENS.
YOU LOSE.
TAKE IT OFF.
AHH.
MMM.
YEP.
(whispers) ALL RIGHT.
(normal voice)
SHALL I SHUFFLE?
UNH-UNH.
(both moaning)
(clatter)
(moans)
(chuckles)
AH.
AH!
(both moaning)
OH! OH! (gasps)
(grunting)
(gasping)
(both grunting)
OHH.
(chuckles)
AHH.
(panting)
YOU WANNA DO ANOTHER ONE,
MISTER?
(groans) I CAN'T.
I HAVE TO GO HOME.
I STILL HAVE TO PREP
FOR A HEARING FOR TOMORROW.
OH.
AH, THE LIFE OF
A RE-EMPLOYED LAWYER.
OH.
(chips clatter)
HEY, UH, MEET ME FOR LUNCH
ON WEDNESDAY.
WAIT. UH, MAKE IT TUESDAY.
OLD BOYFRIEND COMING TO TOWN.
WHAT?
(chips clatter)
I'M NOT THE ONLY GUY
YOU'VE EVER BEEN WITH?
(laughs)
HE'S HERE
FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS.
NAME'S HIGHWAY.
HIGHWAY?
MM-HMM.
MUST BE ONE OF THOSE...
RESTLESS MEN.
THAT'S HIM.
DID YOU LOVE HIM?
HE LOVED ME.
THAT WAS MORE IMPORTANT.
WELL, ANOTHER SHATTERED HEART
ON THE LIST
OF MEN YOU'VE SET ADRIFT.
ACTUALLY, HE WENT TO JAIL.
DEALT DOPE TO SUPPORT
HIS SINGING CAREER.
MM. (chuckles)
OPERA?
COUNTRY,
BUT A LOT OF LITTLE STUFF.
HAD A LOCAL HIT IN MEMPHIS.
"SHOT THE MAN."
♪ SHOT THE MAN
WHO STOLE YOUR HEART ♪
♪ KILLED THE MAN,
NOW WE'LL NEVER BE APART ♪
HE SOUNDS CLINGY.
HE'S SWEET.
HE BOUGHT ME AN I.D. BRACELET
FROM THE MONEY HE MADE
FROM A SHIPMENT
OF JAMAICAN WEED.
HAD IT ENGRAVED.
I'M WAITING.
IS THERE ANOTHER MURDER LYRIC?
IT SAID,
"BABY,
YOU'RE A ROCKET TO MARS."
WELL...
MAYBE HE GOT
INTO HIS OWN STASH.
(chuckles)
YOU KNOW, I HAVE
A POKER CHIP SOMEWHERE
WHERE IT ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE.
AH. (whispers) OH.
(normal voice) MAYBE...
I CAN DO A CAVITY SEARCH.
MM.
I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK.
(grunts)
OKAY.
OH, I'M GONNA FIND IT!
OH.
WHERE IS IT? IN HERE?
MM. IS IT A $25 OR A $100?
I DON'T KNOW. I'LL FIND IT.
HEY! NO. NO. UNH-UNH.
(both moaning)
OH. YOU WANNA GO BACK
TO THE BEDROOM?
(groans)
YES, BUT I ALSO HAVE TO WORK.
(groans)
AH, EX-BOYFRIENDS.
SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO SAY
TA-TA.
LIKE WHEN I SPENT MY JUNIOR YEAR
AT BARNARD ABROAD
AND I MET FABRICE.
ONE EXQUISITE AFTERNOON,
WE WENT ALOFT
IN A HOT AIR BALLOON
OVER BORDEAUX.
SUDDENLY, THUNDER POUNDED.
IT BEGAN TO POUR.
THE BALLOON WAS SWEPT SIDEWAYS
AND COULDN'T BE CONTROLLED.
I'VE NEVER BEEN SO SCARED
IN MY LIFE.
BUT HERE'S THE GOOD PART--
THE STORM STOPPED, AS THEY DO,
AND WE WERE SAVED.
AND A RAINBOW APPEARED.
THEY USUALLY DO,
BUT AS SOON AS WE LANDED,
I SAID, "AU REVOIR, FABRICE.
IT'S BEEN FUN,
BUT I CAN'T FORGIVE
YOUR WEEPING IN THE STORM."
YOU HAVE A MAGNIFICENT FOOT.
WELL, NOT TO GO ON ABOUT IT,
BUT I WAS VOTED
MOST LIKELY IN MY LAW CLASS
TO BECOME A FOOT MODEL.
WELL, AT BENTON FOGG LEATHERS,
WE DON'T OFTEN GET TO SEE
THE CALIBER OF FOOT
THAT OUR CUSTOM SHOES DESERVE.
TOO OFTEN, WE SEE
THE IMPOVERISHED ARCH...
MM.
THE MISSHAPEN TOENAILS.
HMM.
HEARTBREAKING.
BUT YOUR FOOT...
WELL, TO BE CANDID,
I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT
IN MY CAREER.
WELL, THANK YOU, HEATHER.
AND I APPRECIATE YOUR FLYING IN
FROM LONDON FOR THE FITTING.
OH. I ASSURE YOU,
THE PLEASURE'S ALL MINE.
MM.
YOU SHOULD PICK
WHICH BOOT YOU PREFER.
BUT I'LL TELL YOU THIS.
YOU CAN'T GO WRONG.
FEET LIKES YOURS ARE A GIFT.
AHH. HEY, LUTHER, I--UH... OH.
SORRY. I'LL COME BACK.
OH, NO, NO.
COME IN. COME IN.
MICHAEL, MEET HEATHER CROWLEY
OF THE FINE
CUSTOM SHOEMAKING HOUSE
BENTON FOGG OF LONDON.
HELLO.
PLEASURE.
13... D.
UH, CORRECT.
HMM.
YOU ARE
MENTALLY UNDRESSING MY FEET.
SO I AM. (chuckles)
LUTHER, WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?
I'M HAVING RIDING BOOTS MADE.
FOR WHAT? YOU DON'T RIDE.
SO WHAT?
I'M PLANNING
TO WEAR THEM WITH SHORTS.
(chuckles)
HEATHER, WOULD YOU GIVE US
A MOMENT?
OH.
TAINTED TUSH HAS GONE PUBLIC.
WE ARE GOING TO BE RICH BEYOND
OUR WILDEST DREAMS.
$50 MILLION BETWEEN US!
$50 MILLION ON PAPER, LUTHER.
IT'S--IT'S DATED STOCK.
WE CAN'T SELL IT FOR SIX MONTHS.
GOOD. IT'LL BE WORTH
EVEN MORE BY THEN.
THINK ABOUT IT, MICHAEL.
WE NEVER HAVE TO GROW UP!
OH! THEN THE PRESSURE'S OFF
FOR YOU.
PEOPLE ONLY GROW UP
AND GET THEIR AT TOGETHER
SO THEY CAN MAKE A LIVING.
WE DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT
ANYMORE.
WE CAN DO
WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANT!
LUTHER--
I AM GOING TO PROPOSE
TO SHERYL CROW.
WHAT?
THIS IS MY TIME, MICHAEL.
I'M GONNA JOIN
CIRQUE du SOLEIL!
LOOK, LUTHER, YOU'RE
GETTING AHEAD OF YOURSELF.
NO, I'M FINALLY IN SYNC
WITH MYSELF.
I'M FREE! (laughs)
OKAY.
FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD,
I DROP ALL PRETENSE,
I SHED MY FACADE.
I AM GOING TO BE THE ME
I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE!
THE REAL ME!
AND I'M GOING TO STOP SHAVING
MY ASS. (laughs)
THAT IS GENUINELY REVOLTING.
(knock on door)
(laughing)
MICHAEL, I NEED YOU
FOR A MOMENT.
LUTHER, WHY ARE YOU JUMPING
ON THE COUCH?
BECAUSE I AM ALIVE!
WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?
(sighs deeply)
HOW CONVENTIONAL OF YOU TO
BE ALARMED BY MISSING FOOTWEAR
WHEN YOUR VERY ESSENCE HAS BEEN
STOLEN BY CORPORATE INANITY.
NEVER THOUGHT OF IT THAT WAY.
THIS, ARTHUR,
IS WHAT REAL TRUE FREEDOM
LOOKS LIKE.
NO MORE SELLING OUT
FOR ME. NO.
THIS, MY FRIEND...
(chuckles)
IS THE REAL ME!
HA! (laughs)
WELL, CARRY ON, YOU.
A SMALL SUGGESTION--YOU MIGHT
WANT TO PULL UP YOUR TROUSERS.
I CAN SEE YOUR CHUBBER.
MICHAEL.
YEAH.
(clears throat)
(exhales deeply)
(sighs)
HI, MICHAEL.
JOCE.
WHAT A POTENTIALLY PAINFUL
SURPRISE.
LAST TIME WE SPOKE,
YOU WERE WITH
YOUR NEW PAL CASEY IN KAUAI.
HOW ARE THE BEACHES,
THE WATERFALLS,
THE CUNNILINGUS?
I DIDN'T LEAVE YOU
FOR A WOMAN.
SHE LOOKED LIKE A WOMAN.
AM I MISSING SOMETHING?
SO MUCH, MICHAEL.
CASEY IS ONLY PART OF IT.
THERE'S...
ALSO HAL.
HAL?
THAT SOUNDS LIKE A MAN'S NAME.
YOU KNOW, SOMEONE WHO OWNS
AND OPERATES A PENIS.
(sighs) YOU'D LIKE HIM.
I ALREADY DON'T.
HE LIKES YOU.
I TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT YOU.
NO, YOU DIDN'T.
TELL ME YOU DIDN'T DO THAT.
I TOLD HIM I LOVE YOU,
AND NOW HE LOVES YOU.
I DON'T WANT HAL TO LOVE ME.
MAKE HIM STOP.
(chuckles)
YOU CAN'T STOP LOVE, MICHAEL.
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF...
POLYAMORY?
IT THAT THE LESBO RESORT YOU
STAYED WHEN YOU WERE IN HAWAII?
IT'S THE NEW INTIMACY.
OPENING YOURSELF UP TO LOVING
MORE THAN JUST ONE PERSON.
AS DAVID CROSBY SANG
IN HIS POIGNANT BALLAD
"TRIAD,"
"WHY CAN'T WE GO ON AS THREE?"
MM.
OR MAYBE EVEN...
FOUR?
(clears throat) DOES HAL LOOK
A LOT LIKE DAVID CROSBY?
NO.
AH. DAVID CROSBY DONATES SPERM
TO LESBIANS.
IS THAT HOW YOU KNOW HIM?
I DON'T KNOW HIM, MICHAEL.
I'M JUST REFERENCING
AN OLD SONG.
LOOK...
I WANT YOU TO MEET THEM.
NO.
IT WOULD REPRESENT COMPLETION
OF THE CIRCLE FOR ME, MICHAEL.
THINK OF IT.
MY NEW LIFE WITH CASEY AND HAL,
MY WORK ON THE CANTONI ACCOUNT.
IT'S ALL COMING MY WAY.
(sighs)
CAN WE COME OVER
FOR ONE DRINK?
NO!
PLEASE?
FINE. I'VE RETHOUGHT IT.
NO.
I LOVE YOU, MICHAEL.
YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME,
AND NOW SO IS CASEY AND HAL.
THEY'VE CHANGED ME,
AND I NEED YOU TO MEET THEM.
NO STRINGS ATTACHED.
WHAT ABOUT ROPES? YOU DIDN'T
SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ROPES.
IS HAL
ONE OF THOSE BONDAGE KINGS?
IS HE GONNA STRING ME UP
AND DRIP HOT WAX ON MY NUTS?
YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG,
MICHAEL.
THIS IS ABOUT EMOTIONS,
NOT SEX.
PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME.
(scoffs) HMM.
DO I HAVE TO HUG HIM?
NO.
IS HE GONNA TRY AND BLOW ME?
(chuckles) NO.
IS HE EXPECTING ME
TO BLOW HIM?
NO.
ONE DRINK. ONE.
(laughs) WHAT IS THIS,
LUTHER?
I TOLD YOU, IT'S A SURPRISE.
COME ON! TELL ME!
BE PATIENT.
(giggling)
VOILA.
WELL...
WHO IS HE AND WHAT IS HE DOING
IN MY BED?
IT'S MARCELLO.
SAY HELLO, MARCELLO. (chuckles)
(male voice)
BUON SERA, PEMMIE.
(laughs)
DITTO, MARCELLO.
HMM. A THREE-WAY.
YOU ARE A BAD BOY, LUTHER.
WELL, I TRY.
AHH.
COME TO ME, PEMMIE.
(laughs) OH, GOD.
THANK GOD JOCE IS IN LISBON.
(chuckles)
OH, GOD. YOU ARE CRAZY.
MMM.
(gasping) OH, MY GOD!
THIS THING'S SO FUCKING SICK!
IT GETS BETTER.
PULL THE COVERS DOWN.
(laughing)
OH! HOLY SHIT.
(laughing) OH, MY GOD!
MARCELLO IS A STATE-OF-THE-ART
REAL DOLL.
IT WAS A GIFT GIVEN TO ME
BY MY GOOD FRIENDS...
MMM!
AT ABYSS CREATIONS.
CARE TO TAKE IT FOR A SPIN?
OHH, GOD,
THAT IS ONE AMAZING COCK.
OH, I ALMOST FORGOT.
(imitates rifle click
and rapid gunfire)
(laughing)
HA HA! (blows air)
OH!
TASTER'S CHOICE.
HOLY SHIT.
ALL RIGHT, I'LL TAKE IT
FROM HERE, LUTHER.
AHH.
HELLO, MARCELLO.
(speaks indistinctly)
THIS IS KIND OF WEIRD,
YOU LITTLE NAUGHTY BOY.
YES, YOU LIKE THAT, MARCELLO,
YOU LITTLE BITCH?
(gasps) BOING!
YES, MARCELLO!
OH, YEAH, YOU LIKE IT LIKE THAT,
YOU LITTLE BITCH?
(moaning)
WHAT IS THAT SMELL, LUTHER?
I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE.
(inhales deeply)
THAT, MY DEAREST PEMBERG,
IS THE SMELL OF FREEDOM!
(laughs)
YOU REEK LIKE AN ANIMAL.
YES.
GET IN HERE WITH US AND GRAB
THAT BIG DICK ON THE WAY.
OH, YES, BABY.
(grunting)
HA HA!
AAH!
YES! MARCELLO, YOU KNOW YOU WANT
THIS ONE ON YOU, RIGHT?
OH! (laughs)
♪
(door opens)
(stops playing)
AH.
(closes door)
HOWDY.
HIGHWAY, RIGHT?
WELL... (chuckles)
YOU GOTTA BE MICHAEL.
RIGHT? (grunts)
(laughs)
LIZ'S FRIEND, RIGHT?
YEAH, LIZ'S... FRIEND.
HEY, NO OFFENSE.
NO, NONE TAKEN. IT'S JUST THAT
WE'VE GONE WAY PAST FRIENDSHIP.
HARD NOT TO WITH LIZZIE.
LIZ TELLS ME YOU'RE SOME KIND
OF A COWBOY... TROUBADOUR.
YEAH, SOME COWBOY.
I'M FROM PITTSBURGH. (laughs)
OH, PITTSBURGH.
I SPENT A WEEK THERE ONE NIGHT.
OH, YEAH?
(chuckles)
I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID THAT
WHEN I DON'T THINK WHITE GUYS
SHOULD BE HIGH-FIVING ANYBODY.
OR CALLING EACH OTHER
"BROTHER."
EXACTLY.
HIGH FIVE, MY BROTHER.
(laughing)
(chuckles)
(chuckles)
SO, UH...
HOW'D YOU GET THAT NAME?
HIGHWAY? OH, I GOT THAT
IN THE CLUB SCENE.
A DRUMMER BUDDY OF MINE
GAVE IT TO ME
'CAUSE I COULDN'T STAY ANYWHERE
FOR TOO LONG.
THAT'S HOW I LANDED IN JOLIET
FOR TWO YEARS, ANYWAY.
OH, YEAH.
LIZ TOLD ME ABOUT THAT.
ANYWAY...
GAVE ME AN OPPORTUNITY
TO WRITE A COUPLE COUNTRY HITS
WHEN I WAS ON THE INSIDE.
I SOCKED SOME MONEY AWAY, TOO.
WHO WAS YOUR INSPIRATION?
HANK WILLIAMS? MERLE HAGGARD?
WILLIAM BLAKE.
THE ENGLISH POET?
NOT JUST "THE ENGLISH POET."
HE WAS
THE MAJOR POET AND PAINTER
OF THE ROMANTIC MOVEMENT.
A REVOLUTIONARY.
SUPPORTER OF WOMEN'S RIGHTS.
DID YOU KNOW
THAT ON HIS DEATHBED,
HE TURNS TO HIS WIFE,
TAKES HER HAND, AND HE SAYS,
"STAY, KATE!
"KEEP JUST AS YOU ARE.
"I WILL DRAW YOUR PORTRAIT,
FOR YOU HAVE EVER BEEN
AN ANGEL TO ME"?
HE DRAWS HER PORTRAIT,
STARTS TO SING...
BOOM.
AND DIES.
(laughs)
NOW THAT'S MY INSPIRATION.
AH. THAT'S A PRETTY TOUGH ACT
TO FOLLOW.
YEAH, NO DOUBT. HE MADE IT HARD
FOR THE REST OF US.
OH. ARE YOU DOING
THAT WILLIAM BLAKE SHIT AGAIN?
(laughs) HEY.
(laughs) HEY, IT'S THE MAN!
(chuckles)
(growls)
(giggles) MM.
NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE HAPPY
TO SEE A COP AGAIN.
(laughs) OH, YEAH?
OF COURSE, I MISS SEEING YOU
IN THAT OUTFIT. MMM.
I GOT A PRESENT FOR YOU.
OH, YEAH?
MM-HMM.
LITTLE SOMETHING I WROTE
ON THE INSIDE.
♪ I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU
FOR SO DAMN LONG ♪
♪ SEARCHING UNTIL I... ♪
♪ I DON'T KNOW IF COULD LIVE
ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU ♪
♪ NOT A DAY GOES BY... ♪
(sings indistinctly)
♪ WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES ♪
IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
IT'S CALLED
"NOT A DAY GOES BY."
(chuckles)
YOU KNOW WHY?
WHY?
'CAUSE NOT A DAY GOES BY
I HAVEN'T THOUGHT
ABOUT YOU, HONEY.
OH.
THOUGHT ABOUT US,
ABOUT OUR FUTURE.
YOUR WHAT?
OUR FUTURE.
(chuckles) AHEM.
YOU'RE ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT
EVERY MINUTE I WAS IN PRISON.
AND I VOWED,
AS SOON AS I GOT OUT,
I WAS GONNA TRACK YOU DOWN,
HONEY.
AND I WAS GONNA COME HERE
AND I WAS GONNA TELL YOU
THAT ONE LITTLE THING.
I WANT YOU TO BE WITH ME.
(chuckles)
FOREVER.
(sighs)
AND I KNOW THAT'S A LOT
TO TAKE IN.
(chuckles) NO KIDDING.
LOOK, I'M NOT ASKING
FOR YOU TO GIVE ME AN ANSWER
RIGHT THIS SECOND.
(whispers) I WANT YOU
TO THINK ABOUT IT, OKAY?
I WILL.
MMM.
(kissing)
MM.
MMM.
I'LL BE BACK.
AND YOU...
YOU ARE MY WITNESS, BROTHER.
(laughs)
YOU'RE GOOD PEOPLE.
(laughs)
WHAT WAS THAT?
THAT WAS HIGHWAY
BEING HIGHWAY.
AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HIM
I WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND?
BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK
THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE.
AND ANYWAY,
IT WOULDN'T MATTER TO HIGHWAY.
HIGHWAY DOES
WHAT HIGHWAY WANTS.
AND WHAT THE FUCK
DO YOU THINK I WANT?
HELP ME UNDERSTAND WHAT'S
GOING ON BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM?
IS IT BECAUSE YOUR GIRLFRIEND
LEFT YOU?
HER NAME IS JOCELYN.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
WHAT HER NAME IS! SHE'S GONE!
WELL, THANK YOU.
THANK YOU FOR THAT.
YOU JUST--YOU DON'T GET ME.
OH. OH, NO, YOU'RE WRONG.
HERE'S HOW YOU AND I GET
EACH OTHER.
LET'S FUCK.
JUST LIKE THAT?
JUST LIKE THAT!
AND SUDDENLY
YOU JUST WANNA FUCK?
YES!
IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
YOU WANT THIS?
(grunts)
HMM? HMM?
(moaning)
HMM? HMM? HMM?
HMM? IS IT WHAT YOU WANT?
(panting)
YOU WANNA FUCK? HUH?
MM-HMM. (grunts)
(gasping)
GET THOSE PANTS OFF.
(gasps) FUCK ME.
(both moaning and grunting)
YOU WANNA FUCK?
(grunting)
YES! AH!
OH!
(grunting)
(panting)
(moans)
(gasps)
(both panting)
THE PRACTICE OF LAW
IS OFTEN FULL-FRONTAL WARFARE.
EVERY MAN NEEDS AN ADVANTAGE,
AND YOU, LADIES,
ARE OBVIOUSLY AWARE
THAT ANATOMY IS
THAT ADVANTAGE.
THE POINT IS, THOUGH SMALL,
I AM A LARGE MAN.
I'M AVAILABLE
FOR LATE-NIGHT CONSULTATIONS,
CASUAL WEEKENDS,
AND SUPERFICIAL DINNERS.
HEY, EVERYONE.
UH, LUTHER, WHAT'S GOING ON?
YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
I'M EXPRESSING MYSELF.
YOU'RE... EXUDING YOURSELF.
YOU NEED TO BE FUMIGATED.
NONSENSE. I'M IN THE MOMENT.
I'M SO RICH,
I MAY NEVER BATHE AGAIN.
I TOLD YOU
WE'RE NOT THERE YET.
WE HAVE NUMBERED STOCK,
NOT CASH IN HAND.
(sighs) PISH POSH.
(mouth full) SO, GUYS,
LET'S CUT TO THE CHASE,
OKAY?
(normal voice)
YOU'RE BUSY. I'M BUSY.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, WHATEVER.
WHO GIVES A FUCK?
I'M ONLY INTERESTED
IN BUYING YOU OUT.
OKAY, $5 MILLION
FOR YOUR SHARES IN TAINTED TUSH.
THAT'S $5 MILLION GUARANTEED
FROM ME, DEZ BAMMER.
TODAY. WHAT SAY YOU?
INTERESTING, DEZ.
WOULD YOU...
CARE TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS?
ABSOLUTELY, LUTHER.
FUCK OFF, YOU FAT FUCK.
UH...
I'M SURE LUTHER DID NOT MEAN
TO SAY IT QUITE THAT WAY.
YOU THINK I'M FAT?
I THINK
YOU'RE A REPUGNANT BLIMP.
OKAY. $6 MILLION.
$6 MILLION?!
BLOW ME.
ALL RIGHT. $6.5 MILLION.
(mouth full) HERE, WIRED TODAY.
(normal voice) OKAY, YOU GOT
30 SECONDS TO RESPOND
OR THE DEAL GOES BYE-BYE.
THE STOCK IS WORTH
$50 MILLION.
(laughs) ON PAPER.
YOU CAN WIPE YOUR ASS WITH THAT.
PASS, ELEPHANT MAN.
WELL, YOUR TIME'S UP ANYWAY.
ALL RIGHT,
LET'S MOVE IT OUT, GIRLS.
APPARENTLY NO ONE HERE
WANTS TO GET RICH TODAY.
OH, BY THE WAY,
I LIKE YOUR STYLE.
MM. (chuckles)
HE LIKES MY STYLE.
THAT'S BECAUSE
YOU DON'T HAVE ANY, LUTHER.
CONGRATULATIONS. I THINK
YOU JUST MADE A HUGE MISTAKE.
MM.
(mutters) $6.5 MILLION.
FUCK.
(telephone rings)
(sighs)
(ring)
(ring)
(beep)
YEAH?
WHAT, HERE?
UH, SURE.
HEY.
HEY.
YOU COME BY
NOT TO TALK AGAIN?
DON'T MAKE A JOKE.
I'M NOT.
MICHAEL,
I'VE BEEN PUTTING THINGS OFF
FOR TOO LONG.
I'M NOT GONNA LIKE THIS,
AM I?
YOU AND ME,
WE'RE GREAT AT RUBBING UP
AGAINST EACH OTHER
AND STARTING BIG FIRES,
BUT THERE'S NEVER SIMPLE
AND EASY WITH US, MICHAEL.
I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE APPEAL.
THAT WAS THEN.
THEN?
AT WHAT POINT
DID WE BECOME "THEN?"
THE NIGHT WE MET.
IT'S A LOT OF THINGS.
CAPTAIN DECKER IS TALKING
ABOUT PROMOTING ME.
HEY! YOU KIDDING?
WELL, YOU KNOW,
YOU'RE RECKLESS AND...
YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN TO STOP,
AND YOUR ATTITUDE SUCKS.
YEAN, HE SAYS
I'M PERFECT DETECTIVE MATERIAL.
(chuckles)
THERE'S A LOT OF THINGS.
MY FOLKS--THEY HAD
THIS CRAZY THING,
AND IT RIPPED THEM APART.
I SWORE I'D NEVER DO THAT.
WELL, YOU'RE NOT THEM.
(scoffs) CLOSE ENOUGH.
YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK?
JOCE HAS MOVED ON,
AND I'M AVAILABLE NOW,
AND THAT SCARES THE SHIT
OUT OF YOU.
YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT.
IT DOES.
JUST--IT'S JUST TOO MUCH
OF US, MICHAEL.
NEITHER OF US HAS EVER HAD
WHAT WE HAVE TOGETHER.
CHEMISTRY'S NOT ENOUGH.
YOU CAN'T BUILD A LIFE ON THAT,
AND I WANT ONE.
I'M MOVING IN WITH HIGHWAY.
(door closes)