I do.
I really do.
I'm nuts about you.
We didn't know...
- whether to call the police. - He has been here about half an hour.
- I know that... - Mickey had seen you two together.
I wasn't opening the door. I don't know who, I don't know where...
I don't know what, I don't know whatever these days.
He's my friend. I'm sorry. He must have had too much to drink.
That's why I had him patch the key code. Because he's not gonna do it.
I'll help him inside. Thank you so much.
- I'm so sorry to bother you. - No trouble.
You just give me a call if you need any help.
Ben, can you wake up?
We gotta go inside, but I have some presents for you.
Up we go.
- Here we go. - This is Mrs. Van Houten.
This is Ben.
Outstanding, sir.
All right. Here we go.
- You're okay? - I'm fine.
- Good. - I'm so sorry to bother you.
- Thank you for being so nice. - Sure.
- All right. - Bye-bye.
Sorry. I was miles away.
The gifts.
I love that name.
Before we proceed onwards, there's something I have to say.
I've come this far. Here I am, in your house.
- Let me pay this month's rent. - Why?
Because...
Because it's better for me that way.
I'll tell you right now...
I'm in love with you.
But, be that as it may, I am not here...
to force my twisted soul into your life.
I know that.
We both know I'm a drunk.
And I know you're a hooker.
I hope you understand that I'm a person...
who is totally at ease with this...
which is not to say that I'm indifferent or I don't care.
I do.
It simply means I trust and accept your judgment.
I was really worried about how that would be...
but now I'm not.
But you should know that included with the rent around here...
is a complimentary blow job.
I suppose sooner or later we ought to fuck.
Whatever that means.
- Open your presents. - Presents!
All right.
Open this one first.
Very nice.
This should go very nicely with my suit...
which, by the way, is the only item of clothing...
I brought over from the motel with me.
Right. The suitcase was clinking.
What did you do with your clothes?
I threw them out, which was perhaps immoral...
but I wanted to come to you clean, so to speak.
Thought we'd go shopping for a pair of jeans...
and 45 pairs of underwear, and just throw one out each day.
That's nice talk, Ben. Keep drinking.
Between the 101-proof breath and the occasional drool...
some interesting words fall from your mouth.
It looks like I'm with the right girl.
I'm very impressed you would buy this for me.
I'm gonna fill it right now.
Do you want to go gambling tonight?
I was thinking we could go and just play for a few hours.
I hadn't planned to gamble...
but if you could keep the bulk of my money...
I could safely blow a couple hundred bucks.
Giving you money makes me want to come.
Then come.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
- You got a 13. - Hit me.
- Wait. She's got a seven. - I don't know. You tell me.
- Hit. - I'm busted. That's all right.
You got it. You can do it.
Wait a minute! Really? Oh, man!
- What? - He's okay.
Do you want anything?
Yeah, maybe a Bloody Mary. Can you make that?
What?
Fuck you! Fuck! You fucker!
That boy is... You can't judge me!
You! I am his father!
Get up!
Let's go, guys.
How are you?
Very well.
I never expected to have to ask this again...
but how did our evening go?
I remember getting to the casino.
And I remember kissing you. That was really nice.
And then playing blackjack...
and then security came.
But after that, everything's a blank. What happened?
They wanted to carry you out and dump you onto the street...
but I talked them into letting me walk you out.
That's impressive.
How did you do that?
I told them that you were an alcoholic...
and that I would take you home...
and that we would never go in there ever again.
"We"?
That's amazing.
What are you?
Some sort of angel visiting me from one of my drunk fantasies?
How can you be so good?
I don't know what you're saying.
I'm just using you.
I need you.
Can we not talk about it anymore? Not a word.
You go back to sleep...
and I'll go out and get us some breakfast.
- Will you be careful? - Don't worry.
Ben, I'm working tonight.
I know.
I fuckin' talk all the time because you never fuckin' listen to me!
- So fuck you! - Shut the fuck up.
I'd like a beer and a double Kamikaze, please.
We mustn't kick the bar. We lean into the bar.
Just lean into the railing.
It's not vino veritaz. It's en vino veritaz.
Who the fuck are you talking to?
Little brown-nosed gnomes with a slingshot.
- To be in drunk. - Lean into the bar?
You lean into the bar.
My boyfriend over there is really boring the shit out of me...
and I was wondering if you would buy me a drink?
Do you mind if I buy her a drink?
- I don't care what you do with her. - I'll have a rum and Coke, please.
Barman, a rum and Coke.
Can I stay with you for awhile?
You mean move in with me? Isn't this a bit sudden?
I don't have a lot of things.
I don't think my wife would dig it very much.
Then maybe we should just go to a motel and fuck all day.
I could suck you like this.
I'm sure fucking you would be wonderful...
but it's almost impossible for me to imagine being with someone else.
Now listen, asshole, I'm not just gonna sit here...
and watch her suck on your ear!
Shut the fuck up!
I am sorry...
but she and I have decided to spend a few hours together...
in a motel.
And after that, caviar.
Baby, wait up!
You're quite a fighter.
Here.
Listen, this may sound silly...
but I have to ask you to leave.
It's what we do around here when there's a fight.
The men's room is around the back.
Sexy.
I'm back.
Oh, my God.
- Did I scare you? - What happened?
Fuck, Ben. Did you get in a fight?
I thought you said you didn't fight.
How do you feel?
Like the kling-klang king of the rim-ram room.
Did you stop at a bar?
Did you say something stupid to somebody stupid?
Absolutely not.
I was defending the honor of some poor wayward maiden.
I bet you were.
Why don't you go take a shower and put on your other shirt?
Then we'll go shopping and buy you some new clothes.
I think this shirt is unlucky.
Not at all.
Your blood tastes good.
We got eggs.
I always had a fantasy of being a flamenco dancer.
I think you look great.
We'll just get you a bow tie...
and then you can be one of those blackjack dealers.
- All right? - They wear it because they have to.
I'll wear it because I want to...
which will make me look different.
Let's get a drink!
- What is that? - What?
Holy cow. It came out of your ear!
I didn't have time to write you a card...
with you breathing down my neck all day...
so you'll just have to wing it, baby.
Open it.
They're your color.
I think you should wear one of them at a time.
One of these and one of your other ones.
I was gonna buy you just one...
but I didn't think it would fly.
Nurse! As a gift, I mean.
I'll wear them tonight.
One of them.
Tonight.
Put it on.
I can't get it.
I'll help you.
You'll be able to feel it, sharp and hot under your ear...
as one of the brothers is putting your head facedown...
into one of the penthouse pillows.
Wait!
Maybe you should wait.
- Why? - You can tell.
She really wants you to.
Maybe I should follow you around...
and ask one of your tricks what it's like to sleep with you.
They wouldn't know.
Maybe you should ask me sometime.
Be happy to show you.
I'm gonna be home around 3:00.
If you're back, we could watch some TV or something.
What I'm saying is that I hope you're back when I get home.
Be careful.
You be careful too.
I'm gonna miss you.
I know this really cool place in the desert.
We could go away for a couple days.
I'd like that.
I make comic faces and...
stand on my head and grin at you between my legs and...
I know loads of jokes.
Wouldn't stand a chance, would I?
You did tell me I ought to find myself a girl.
I like it here with you.
Let's stay for awhile.
- Need a mix master. - What?
Just sort of take everything and blend it all together.
Take this off.
- Let's go inside. - All right.
I want my drinky.
Oh, my God! Are you okay?
You're bleeding. Wait. Hold it.
- There's glass in here. - I'm like a prickly pear!
- I'm a prickly pear! - Go inside.
- I wanna clean up the glass. - Go inside. I'll take care of it.
Are you sure?
All right.
- Everybody okay? - We're fine.
I'm so sorry. We'll pay for the table...
- and I'll clean this up. - Don't worry.
You seem prepared for accidents.
We get a lot of screw-ups here.
You two take your loud talk and your liquor to your room.
You check out first thing tomorrow.
I don't want to see either of you here ever again.
Don't you worry about paying for anything.
And don't you worry about cutting your little hands on the glass.
Let's just leave it at that.
See you in the morning.
I'm in here, Ben.
I bought some plain rice.
You probably don't want to hear it right now, but...
I think it's something that you could eat.
If you get hungry, will you let me know?
I think I'm ready for rice.
I want you to see a doctor.
I'm not gonna see a doctor.
Maybe it's time I moved to a hotel.
And do what?
Rot away in a room?
We're not gonna talk about that.
Fuck you.
You're staying here.
You're not going to any motel.
It's just one thing you can do for me.
That's all I ask.
I've given you gallons of free will.
You can do this one thing for me!
I have to go to work now.
Snake eyes!
Five!
Boxcars!
Five!
- Are you in for the convention? - What?
You're making me really hot.
Perhaps I could crash on the couch for a few hours and then leave.
Get out.
I was wondering how much it would cost?
Sorry, guys. I don't know what you mean.
- Anyway, I only date one guy at a time. - Wait. We got money.
Show her the fucking money.
- How much are you willing to spend? - How much do you want?
Two hundred for an hour?
- Don't your friends talk? - Sure.
- Get this on camera. - Smile.
- How you doin'? - I'm fine.
- Do you want something to drink? - I'm fine. Where's the money?
Money.
Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, a hundred.
- Get it on camera, dude. - Two hundred dollars.
- All right, who's first? - Hold on a second.
Miser! You've gotta get him on camera when he comes out.
- Come on. - Look, you two go downstairs.
I'll be half an hour and then...
The only thing is, we really wanna get him on tape.
This is his first time. Come on, Miser!
We just wanna see him.
- Ask her the question, man. - Ask her. Come on, ask her.
- I wanna fuck you up the butt. - Nobody's doing any of that.
You're all going straight, one at a time, and then I'm outta here.
- You hear me? - Ask again.
- How much to fuck you up the butt? - He said it again!
- I wanna fuck you up the butt. - Fuck one of your friends in the butt.
- I'm outta here. - Wait. What did she say?
- Get out of my fuckin' way. - What did you say? Hold on.
- Get the fuck out of my way! - Don't fuckin' push me!
What the fuck is your problem?
Look, I'm really sorry, guys. Let's just calm down.
I'm sorry. Just calm down.
- Fuck, Miser. - Shit.
- Fuck.
Where you headed?
421 Vista.
I couldn't help but notice you had a little trouble sittin' down.
You get a back door delivery you weren't expectin'?
You gonna be able to pay for this?
I asked you a question. You got money?
- I'll let you out here, sister. - I have money.
All right. Don't take it out on me.
I'm just covering my ass.
Somethin' maybe you should have thought about doing.
Get her, Miser.
Here, I got her.
Fuckin' bite me.
- Who is it? - Mrs. Van Houten.
I am sorry, but we have to ask you to be out by the end of the week.
I'm sorry, ma'am. He hasn't checked back in.
What is your problem? You're on strike?
Out.
What's the problem?
We don't want you in here. That's the problem.
Come on. Let's go.
Let go of my arm. If you want me outta here...
- I don't wanna be outta here. - You're going out.
Next time it won't be so fuckin' easy.
It ain't none of my business, but what in the hell happened to you?
I had an argument.
Must have been a hell of an argument.
If I was you, I'd leave him.
A pretty, young lady like you...
You can get any man you want. Don't you know that?
Where the fuck are you?
Give me the address.
It's so dark in here.
You're so sick...
so pale.
My love.
You're my love.
Do you want help?
Do you want my help?
I want to see you.
You're my angel.
I'm right here.
What happened?
Something went wrong, but I'm okay.
I'm sorry I put us asunder.
It's okay.
Let me do it.
There. There you go.
See how hard you make me, angel?
You know I love you.
I know.
I love you.
I think the thing is...
we both realized that we didn't have that much time...
and...
I accepted him for who he was.
I didn't expect him to change.
I think he felt that for me too.
I liked his drama.
And he needed me.
I loved him.