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( can pops open )



 

                   

( spitting )



 

                   

( outer door opens )



 

                   

( outer door closes )



 

                   

( knocking on door )



 

                   

- Vince!

- Hey, man.



 

                   

- This is great!

- Yeah!



 

                   

This is great, man!



 

                   

How are you?!



  

                   

- I can't complain.

- Yeah. Cool, cool.



  

                   

Totally, it is.

I'm very psyched.



  

                   

Oh. You should be, Johnny.

This is a great thing.



  

                   

- Thanks, man.

- It's great to be alive!



  

                   

Totally.



  

                   

Vince: Shit.



  

                   

Clear!



  

                   

( laughing )





  

                   

- What's up, man?

- Nothing much.



  

                   

- John: You're not dressed.

- Lay off.



  

                   

It's not that

I don't like it--



  

                   

- Vince: What?

- Nothing.



  

                   

- Vince: So?

- John: So nothing.



  

                   

- Okay.

- Okay.



  

                   

Excellent.



  

                   

( John laughing )



  

                   

I swear to God, man,

you get stranger every year.



  

                   

You look good, John.



  

                   

Where's Leah?



  

                   

She didn't make the trip.



  

                   

Why not?



  

                   

We broke up.



  

                   

Shut up.



  

                   

- I'm serious.

- Shut up!



  

                   

- Man, I'm serious.

- You broke up?



  

                   

- We broke up.

- Why?



  

                   

Uh, complicated.



  

                   

Why?



  

                   

Oh, she didn't like

the way I dress.



  

                   

- Come on. Don'tjoke, man.

- Actually I'm not.



  

                   

Tell me

what happened.



  

                   

Oh, I get stranger every year.



  

                   

- Come on, Vince!

- What, man?!



  

                   

She thinks I am a dick!



  

                   

She sends her apologies

for not coming.



  

                   

She says she's sure

it's gonna go, you know, fine.



  

                   

I don't believe it.



  

                   

She does.



  

                   

- Why did you break up?

- Hey, hey, I don't know!



  

                   

- John: Sorry, man.

- Yeah, man. Me too.



  

                   

( punches wall )



  

                   

Well... what, is it permanent?



  

                   

Vince: Permanent as

a dead horse, amigo.



  

                   

Vince.



  

                   

( flushing toilet )



  

                   

Come on, what did you do?



  

                   

Why did you say that?



  

                   

- Because I know you.

- What, you think I'm a dick?



  

                   

Uh... no. Uh... but

I do know that occasionally...



  

                   

you have a tendency

to act in a phallic fashion.



  

                   

- I'm not like that anymore.

- You're not a dick?



  

                   

- Vince: No.

- You're not a dick anymore?



  

                   

( grunting )



  

                   

- You see what I mean?

- Hey, I'm just asking what happened.



  

                   

Well, a lot of things.



  

                   

Like?



  

                   

Like, I don't know. Like she says

I'm reckless. All right?



  

                   

- What, in general?

- Vince: Yeah.



  

                   

Okay, you weren't

specifically reckless recently?



  

                   

Not particularly

specifically. No.



  

                   

- Be honest, Vince.

- I am.



  

                   

- Did you fuck around?

- No!



  

                   

- Vince!

- I didn't.



  

                   

So what happened?



  

                   

Uh...



  

                   

she thinks I have

violent tendencies.



  

                   

- Oh boy.

- John, I never touched her.



  

                   

I never said you did.



  

                   

Yeah, well, she thinks I have

''unresolved issues, which occasionally



  

                   

manifest themselves

in potentially violent ways.''



  

                   

What?



  

                   

John: I think it's fair to say

she has a point.



  

                   

Yeah, well, no one's saying

she doesn't have a point.



  

                   

- John: So?

- So what, she's got to break up?



  

                   

She's probably scared.



  

                   

God. Of what?

I never threatened her.



  

                   

You sometimes present

a threatening appearance.



  

                   

( breathes deeply )



  

                   

Dude, we've been going together

for three years!



  

                   

So what?



  

                   

So, I mean you'd think

she'd be used to it by now.



  

                   

That's a tricky one, Vin.



  

                   

Jesus! What's tricky?



  

                   

I'm just saying, it's tricky.



  

                   

Women these days have

no reason to hang around...



  

                   

potentially violent guys.



  

                   

It's not an attractive

quality to them anymore.



  

                   

Too many other guys out there

with resolved violent tendencies.



  

                   

- Oh, so I'm out offashion.

- John: Look, don't be a fool.



  

                   

Well, don't be

a politically correct fuck.



   

                   

Hey, I'm not.

I'm telling you, you're an idiot



   

                   

if you think chicks

are gonna put up with your bullshit.



   

                   

What bullshit?



   

                   

- Uh... like playing rough.

- I didn't play rough with her.



   

                   

- Vince.

- Vince: What?



   

                   

- I love you.

- Oh great.



   

                   

- But come on...

- Vince: What?



   

                   

- You don't not play rough.

- I totally do not play rough!



   

                   

( grunting )

Fuck!



   

                   

Okay, man. Look, I'm just sorry

you broke up. All right?



   

                   

I'm sorry for you both.



   

                   

Don't be sorry

for that bitch.



   

                   

Fine, Vince. I'm just

sorry for you. Okay?



   

                   

Next subject.



   

                   

Vince: Well...



   

                   

she says if I get my act together,

keep going to the meetings...



   

                   

stop being a dick...



   

                   

then she might consider

talking to me again.



   

                   

Good. That's great, man.



   

                   

Should we get some dinner?



   

                   

Vince:

I got to wait for a call.



   

                   

From whom?



   

                   

Vince:

None of your business.



   

                   

- From Leah?

- Vince: No.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Vince: Hey, you ready

for your big day tomorrow?



   

                   

- You're mad.

- Vince: I'm not mad.



   

                   

Hey, buddy,

you're allowed to be.



   

                   

Vince: I'm not mad.

Don't be a fag, okay?



   

                   

I'll find somebody else.



   

                   

That's true.



   

                   

Vince:

...who appreciates my dark side.



   

                   

Yeah, you know, but the thing is,

if you could maybe find a way



   

                   

to learn something

from all this, then



   

                   

you wouldn't have

as large a dark side.



   

                   

Learn what?



   

                   

Learn to deal with some

of your violent tendencies.



   

                   

Oh yeah? How?



   

                   

By acknowledging

them. Right?



   

                   

John: By making

some type of...



   

                   

truce with yourself,

where you're not in constant battle



   

                   

to prove your integrity

or self-worth,



   

                   

you know, whatever it is

you think nobody gets about you.



   

                   

I don't think there's

anything to get about me.



   

                   

Vince, your idea of manhood

is putting on Eddie Cochrane



   

                   

and screwing

your girl. Okay?



   

                   

Hey, I'm a simple man.



   

                   

Well, it's not like that anymore.

Women want other things.



   

                   

Yeah, well,

what do they want?



   

                   

I don't know, guys who don't put

their fists through windows,



   

                   

who don't throw

phones across the room...



   

                   

who don't stalk their girlfriends

across     states.



   

                   

All right, all right. All right.



   

                   

Where they got you staying?



   

                   

John: Uh, they got me

over in town, at the Radisson.



   

                   

Nice.



   

                   

Yeah, it's nice.



   

                   

Lansing Film Festival!



   

                   

Yeah...



   

                   

that and Cannes.



   

                   

Hey, still it's a good gig.



   



                   

It's a good cheap thrill.



   

                   

Why you got to dump on it?

It's a good gig.



   

                   

I got big expectations.



   

                   

I spent two years

of my life on this film.



   

                   

I want it to be...

you know, at a theater near you.



   

                   

Yeah, well it is.

It's playing right over--



   

                   

Yeah, but you had

to come all the way



   

                   

to the middle offucking

Michigan to be there.



   

                   

For one screening.



   

                   

All you need is

one of those guys from...



   

                   

whatever, right, Disney,

to be there tomorrow.



   

                   

They see it,

they like it, boom!



   

                   

Next thing you know,

you're directing Free Willy IV.



   

                   

- Hey.

- Hey.



   

                   

- Hey!

- Hey!



   

                   

Dude, come on.

I'm starving.



   

                   

Yeah. What time is it?



   

                   

John: It's quarter of.



   

                   

You want a beer?



   

                   

John: Aren't you supposed

to be getting your act together?



   

                   

I'll wait

till I get back.



   

                   

Oh, this is,

this is good.



   

                   

Okay, Vince! Right here.



   

                   

This is what

she's talking about.



   

                   

Right here.



   

                   

( burps )



   

                   

John...



   

                   

if I wanted to

hang out with my mom...



   

                   

Well put.



   

                   

Vince: And besides, what Leah

don't know won't hurt her.



   

                   

What do you got going on

in that bag, Vince?



   

                   

Uh... beer.



   

                   

How much?



   

                   

Vince: Hmmm...



   

                   

A lot.



   

                   

( screaming )



   

                   

- Jesus, man.

- ( laughing )



   

                   

I don't know why I said

you had violent tendencies.



   

                   

Oh, why?



   

                   

John: The warm beer,

the boxers, the Motor Palace.



   

                   

Who needs Betty Ford?



   

                   

We can't all be

at the Radisson, can we?



   

                   

- You wanna come stay with me?

- No.



   

                   

I thought you'd be with Leah,

that's why I didn't offer earlier.



   

                   

Vince:

It's not a problem.



   

                   

It's not a problem.

They gave me a double.



   

                   

   th floor,

overlooking the park.



   

                   

Still, you probably

want to get laid.



   

                   

That's true.



   

                   

It's your big weekend, man.

Chicks are gonna flock to you.



   

                   

Oh, you're right.



   

                   

No. I'll be fine here.



   

                   

Cool.



   

                   

Should I twist your arm?



   

                   

Little bit more.



   

                   

- Prick!

- Putz.



   

                   

- Suck ass!

- Schmuck!



   

                   

Ahh! Ahh!



   

                   

I appreciate you coming

all the way out here, man.



   

                   

Seriously.



   

                   

We've come a long way.



   

                   

Vince: Since?



   

                   

I don't know. High school.



   

                   

You think?



   

                   

Some of us.



   

                   

Dude, I'm totally

giving you shit.



   

                   

- No, but you're right.

- No, man. I'm not!



   

                   

Let's face it, you are.



   

                   

John: I'm right only in that I think

you can do better than you are.



   

                   

Vince: Why?



   

                   

Because I believe in you.



   

                   

If I didn't,

we wouldn't still be friends.



   

                   

And I probably

couldn't say that to you.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

Because it sounds

totally pretentious.



   

                   

- You're right.

- But the thing is, I mean it.



   

                   

John: No, look, I'm sorry,



   

                   

but it's like this

whole thing with Leah.



   

                   

If it is permanent,



   

                   

then you should view

it as an opportunity to...



   

                   

change.



   

                   

Change what?



   

                   

I don't know.

Find a newjob...



   

                   

- I like myjob.

- What is yourjob?



   

                   

- Volunteer firefighter.

- Oh, right.



   

                   

How do you

make your money?



   

                   

- Lay off, John.

- I'm just saying...



   

                   

What?



   

                   

It's just a little immature.



   

                   

Well, you try doing it.



   

                   

- That's not the point.

- Besides...



   

                   

the majority of my clients

happen to be, like, over   .



   

                   

Okay? So, if that's not mature,

then I am baffled as to what is.



   

                   

Okay. Private dope

delivery to ex-hippies



   

                   

does not

a mature man make, Vince.



   

                   

It's no different

than standing on the corner



   

                   

and selling to teenagers.



   

                   

Why are you lecturing me?



   

                   

- Hey, I'm not lecturing anybody.

- You are.



   

                   

- I'm just pointing a few things out.

- Such as?



   

                   

Such as, yes,

I think you can do better.



   

                   

Better than what?



   

                   

Better than--



   

                   

better than pissing

your life away.



   

                   

Vince, look,

you're smart, right?



   

                   

So why are you

still dealing drugs?



   

                   

Because I am smart.

All right?



   

                   

If I were dumb

I would've gotten caught.



   

                   

Besides,

I am a firefighter.



   

                   

- You deal to the fire chief.

- He needs me.



   

                   

That's not the point.



   

                   

Why is what you do better?



   

                   

Why is what I do better?



   

                   

Yeah.

Why is what you do better?



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

What I'm trying

to do is better because...



   

                   

...it's an attempt

at figuring things out.



   

                   

I would like to eventually

become good enough at it



   

                   

to the point

where I can contribute--



   

                   

All right, fuck you.



   

                   

Seriously,

where I can contribute to



   

                   

a larger debate about

why this country's so fucked up.



   

                   

Like for example,



   

                   

why is it that a

  -whatever-year-old fire chief



   

                   

feels the need to get

stoned every night?



   

                   

Right? What is it

about life in America



   

                   

that's driving

that urge in him?



   

                   

He likes it?



   

                   

Fine, but then there's

something slightly wrong



   

                   

with the fact that someone

with that type of responsibility



   

                   

is constantly high.



   

                   

I'm serious. Maybe there's

something worth exploring there.



   

                   

His firehouse happens to have

the best record in the city.



   

                   

If my house was on fire,



   

                   

I wouldn't want his high ass

anywhere near it.



   

                   

Listen, man,

you are so up yourself.



   

                   

If the guy has a good record,

it's because he's lucky.



   

                   

- That's it.

- Says who?



   

                   

It's obvious, man.

He's living this big,



   

                   

luck-driven lie.



   

                   

- Get real, are you high?

- No. I'm serious.



   

                   

You're making movies about guys

who rob Popeye's Fried Chicken.



   

                   

Hey! Hey, I am telling a story...



   

                   

which aims to resonate the notion

of where our society's headed



   

                   

if we're not careful.

If it sounds a little pompous,



   

                   

it's only because I haven't

fully honed my skills yet.



   

                   

It doesn't sound pompous.



   

                   

It sounds...



   

                   

like you're talking

out of your ass.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

Because you have no idea

where society is headed, okay?



   

                   

You are just like

everybody else, all right?



   

                   

You're just following

the latest trend which you hope



   

                   

will get you laid until that trend

switches to something else,



   

                   

at which point you'll drop the old one

and start making movies about,



   

                   

you know, whatever--



   

                   

turtles getting caught

in fishing nets.



   

                   

You don't like my work?



   

                   

I like it, like I like

a shot of whiskey



   

                   

first thing in the morning.



   

                   

It's good for about    minutes

and then I want my coffee.



   

                   

Wow.



   

                   

What?

Now you're all sensitive?



   

                   

Did I say something

to piss you off?



   

                   

Or is it that

you're just a dick?



   

                   

Well, both.



   

                   

Well at least you're

finally admitting it.



   

                   

Unlike...



   

                   

some of us.



   

                   

What? That I'm a dick?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

- When?

- I was speaking figuratively.



   

                   

When was I

figuratively a dick?



   

                   

High school.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

I was too shy to be

a dick in high school.



   

                   

Hey, buddy, give

yourself a little credit.



   

                   

I think you held your own.



   

                   

That's because everyone's

a dick in high school.



   

                   

It's the white male

football-playing prerogative.



   

                   

The trick is to evolve into

something else once you're out.



   

                   

John, you're wearing

$    shoes.



   

                   

Okay, first of all,

that's not true.



   

                   

Oh, what? $    ?



   

                   

I'm less shy than

I was in high school.



   

                   

Oh, great, so now

you're an overt dick.



   

                   

No, I'm a thoughtful person

who happens to like nice shoes.



   

                   

And is,

occasionally full of shit.



   

                   

Is there something I'm not doing

that you want me to do?



   

                   

I don't want you

to do anything.



   

                   

No? Because it seems like

I'm being asked to do something



   

                   

by a   -year-old pot dealer



   

                   

who doesn't have the guts to progress

with the rest of society.



   

                   

Which would be fine if

it was a legitimate rebellion,



   

                   

instead ofjust some lonely guy

hanging out in a motel room



   

                   

wearing boxer shorts acting

like a potentially violent dick.



   

                   

You want to get high?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Come on, John,

let's get high.



   

                   

- I'm not getting high.

- Oh, why?



   

                   

Only potentially violent

dicks get high?



   

                   

- No.

- So, let's get high.



   

                   

- I'm not getting high.

- Well, I am.



   

                   

Fine.



   

                   

What do you got going

on in that bag, Vince?



   

                   

- Pot.

- How much?



   

                   

A lot.



   

                   

P for party.



   

                   

A for all night long.



   

                   

R for reefer.



   

                   

T for turn me on.



   

                   

Y for why not?



   

                   

P-A-R-T-Y. Party, party.



   

                   

Let's get high.



   

                   

- Jesus...

- ( Vince giggling hysterically )



   

                   

You know who's out here?



   

                   

- Where?

- Here. Lansing.



   

                   

Who?



   

                   

Amy.



   

                   

Amy Randall?



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

( exhales )



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Tracy told me that

a couple of years ago.



   

                   

When I found out

that you got this thing,



   

                   

I looked her up

on the Net...



   

                   

and she's out here.



   

                   

She's like an assistant

district attorney or something.



   

                   

Did you call her?



   

                   

I thought about it.



   

                   

You should, man.

Especially now that Leah's...



   

                   

- Out of the picture?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Vince: Huh.



   

                   

John: Huh.



   

                   

I wonder if she's--



   

                   

Still hot?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- Not a very appropriate thing to say.



   

                   

Yeah. Okay,

you know what?



   

                   

Here's the thing

about being appropriate.



   

                   

It's better

to try to do that



   

                   

than to be

a complete asshole.



   

                   

The choice to respect people

is actually a good one,



   

                   

despite people like you,



   

                   

who insist on calling

fat people ''fat'' to their faces.



   

                   

What if they are fat?



   

                   

If they are fat,

they probably realize it



   

                   

without you

having to remind them.



   

                   

You know,

it basicallyjust...



   

                   

comes down to having

a couple of manners.



   

                   

Oh, is that what it is?



   

                   

Yep.



   

                   

Then why did you ask if

she was still hot, Miss Manners?



   

                   

Because she is.

She was.



   

                   

That's-- no, no,

that's not a bad word.



   

                   

If the word is essentially

a compliment,



   

                   

saying it

isn't bad manners.



   

                   

Human beings like

to be called attractive.



   

                   

I'm not labelling Amy Randall

anything she doesn't know.



   

                   

- I'm sure she's smart too.

- Well,



   

                   

then I think

we should call her up.



   

                   

And if we find out

she weighs     pounds,



   

                   

I think that

we should say to her, ''Gee,



   

                   

we're really glad we dated you

in high school instead of now,



   

                   

because back then,



   

                   

you were really hot.

And now...



   

                   

I'm sure

you realize about now.''



   

                   

- John: You know what, Vince?

- What?



   

                   

Why don't you just

shut up for awhile?



   

                   

Well, I see. So, I made a point,

so I should shut up.



   

                   

John: No, it's that you like

being rude for the sake of it.



   

                   

Either that or you do it to prove

nobody can make you be nice.



   

                   

Either way,

it gets tiresome.



   

                   

And you and I don't see

each other often enough



   

                   

to make worthwhile

this little competition



   

                   

for who's more

''authentic,'' okay?



   

                   

It's not about that

anymore, we're just--



   

                   

we should accept the fact that

we're different from each other,



   

                   

and let the friendship

go from there.



   

                   

Accept the fact we're

different from each other?



   

                   

- John: Yeah.

- Would you like to make me?



   

                   

- Make you what?

- Accept that fact.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

- Why not?

- Because it's stupid.



   

                   

- No, it's not.

- Yes, it is.



   

                   

No, it's not.



   

                   

How else will I know

you're different?



   

                   

- You'll just have to trust me.

- No.



   

                   

Prove it.



   

                   

Or else what?



   

                   

Or else,

I'll kick your ass.



   

                   

Well, I guess this means

you are potentially violent.



   

                   

Only when

it comes to you, John.



   

                   

You know, it's funny

how you get this way



   

                   

- whenever we talk about Amy Randall.

- No, I don't.



   

                   

I don't even think

you realize it.



   

                   

- Fuck off, John.

- Okay, you know what?



   

                   

- I'm out of here.

- Fuck off.



   

                   

- Thanks for coming.

- Fuck off!



   

                   

Vince!



   

                   

- Fuck you, John.

- Look...



   

                   

I'm sorry you still feel bad

about Amy Randall,



   

                   

and every time you get stoned

and drunk around me,



   

                   

- this comes up.

- Fuck you.



   

                   

It was over     years ago.



   

                   

I've explained this to you

a million times--



   

                   

that I thought it was okay

for me to be with her



   

                   

because you had broken up,

and that I now have a...



   

                   

better understanding as to

the fragility of human emotions.



   

                   

And thus,

if the situation arose again,



   

                   

I would not let

what happened happen.



   

                   

But these things do happen,

especially in high school.



   

                   

And I'm sorry that

I hurt your feelings.



   

                   

That's not what

I'm talking about.



   

                   

What are you

talking about?



   

                   

What happened.



   

                   

- So am I.

- So...



   

                   

what happened?



   

                   

We slept together.



   

                   

How?



   

                   

- What do you mean, how?

- How did you sleep together?



   

                   

Oh, okay,



   

                   

so now this is

about that? Is it?



   

                   

I don't know.

You tell me.



   

                   

We slept together.



   

                   

Yeah, how?



   

                   

Vince...



   

                   

- you know how.

- No, I don't.



   

                   

I mean, I have an idea...



   

                   

but I don't actually know,

because...



   

                   

we've never

talked about it.



   

                   

We laughed about it.

We thought it was kind offunny,



   

                   

but you never exactly

told me what happened.



   

                   

Okay...



   

                   

- So what do you want to know?

- I want to know what happened.



   

                   

We slept together.



   

                   

How?



   

                   

What do you mean, how?



   

                   

How?



   

                   

You're gonna have

to be more specific.



   

                   

In what fashion...



   

                   

- did you sleep with her?

- Jesus...



   

                   

We had sex.



   

                   

- And...

- And that was it.



   

                   

Was it good sex?



   

                   

- I've had better since.

- ( Vince chuckling )



   

                   

Was it fun?



   

                   

It was all right.



   

                   

Was it

on the rough side?



   

                   

It's hard to say...

We were both drunk.



   

                   

Did you rape her?



   

                   

Did I rape her?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Kind of?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Was it kind of

like a date rape?



   

                   

Was it kind of

like a date rape?



   

                   

Yeah. Did you kind offorce her

to have sex with you?



   

                   

No, man.



   

                   

John?



   

                   

I'm not sure

what you want me to say.



   

                   

I want you to tell me

what happened, all right?



   

                   

You're a filmmaker, okay?

Lay out the scene for me.



   

                   

Show me the dailies.



   

                   

You know what? Can we talk

about this when you're not high?



   

                   

Maybe the only reason I'm high

is so that you would get high,



   

                   

and for once tell me the truth,

instead of changing the subject.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

It was a little rough,



   

                   

which is something

that doesn't make me proud.



   

                   

- Okay?

- Did you talk to her after that?



   

                   

- No.

- No? Why not?



   

                   

I wouldn't know

what to tell her.



   

                   

I'm a completely

different person.



   

                   

- Well, maybe she is too.

- Maybe.



   

                   

- Maybe she's fat.

- That's really not funny.



   

                   

I didn't say it was.



   

                   

- Does anybody know what happened?

- I didn't tell anyone.



   

                   

Why not?

Maybe you should.



   

                   

Wait--



   

                   

look, I don't actually

consider it a crime.



   

                   

It was not a good thing.



   

                   

It was morally

somewhat questionable...



   

                   

and yeah, yeah,

I wish it hadn't happened.



   

                   

But it's nothing where I need

to turn myself in to the police



   

                   

-     years later.

- Nobody's talking about the police.



   

                   

- What are you talking about?

- I don't know...



   

                   

Her.



   

                   

I think

she already knows.



   

                   

Maybe you should

apologize.



   

                   

Oh... Jesus!



   

                   

You think I should

apologize to her?



   

                   

Yeah, why not?



   

                   

Look, it wasn't

even date rape.



   

                   

It was something that got

a little out of hand.



   

                   

I thought you weren't sure

what date rape was.



   

                   

- I'm sorry, okay?

- Don't apologize to me.



   

                   

I'm not.



   

                   

I'm-- what

I'm trying to say...



   

                   

is that     years ago,



   

                   

I did something...

wrong.



   

                   

And that when I think about it now,

the person who did that



   

                   

seems like

a complete stranger to me.



   

                   

This dumb,

drunk high school senior



   

                   

who thought she was being prudish...

and needed some coercion.



   

                   

It was bad. I regret it.



   

                   

But it was a far cry from rape. And

I don't think she'd call it that either.



   

                   

What do you think

she'd call it?



   

                   

- I have no idea.

- What if she called it rape?



   

                   

Listen to me.



   

                   

I highly, highly doubt

that she even remembers it.



   

                   

You remember it.



   

                   

Yeah, I remember it because

it was a pivotal thing for me.



   

                   

- Your first rape?

- Don't be an asshole.



   

                   

Look, just tell me

why it was pivotal for you.



   

                   

I don't know. It was one

of the first times in my life



   

                   

that I looked

at myself objectively



   

                   

and made

a conscious decision



   

                   

to try to avoid becoming

a certain type of person.



   

                   

For her it may have been nothing

important one way or the other.



   

                   

For me, it constituted

something more significant.



   

                   

Or so you'd like

to think.



   

                   

Why are you suddenly

so high and mighty?



   

                   

I'm not high and mighty.



   

                   

I'm too high

to be high and mighty.



   

                   

Besides, I'm just a lowly,

drug-dealing,



   

                   

boxer-wearing scum

of the earth, right?



   

                   

- You said it.

- No, actually you did.



   

                   

- I didn't mean it like that.

- How did you mean it?



   

                   

That you should change

your life a little.



   

                   

- This coming from a rapist.

- You're an idiot.



   

                   

I'm sorry. This coming

from a low-budget film maker



   

                   

who makes movies about,

''Where society is possibly headed



   

                   

if he could just forget about

the date rape he didn't kind of do.''



   

                   

You're seriously

disturbed.



   

                   

No, actually,

I am high and mighty.



   

                   

I was wrong before.



   

                   

Look, what do you

want me to say?



   

                   

- I'm sorry.

- Stop apologizing to me.



   

                   

I'm not!

I'm apologizing in general.



   

                   

It's something

I wish hadn't happened.



   

                   

I don't think

I'm an evil person.



   

                   

No one's saying

you're evil.



   

                   

It sure as hell

feels like it.



   

                   

Do you think

you're evil?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

So then, you're not evil.

I'm the evil one.



   

                   

You're the morally conscious

movie-maker.



   

                   

Whatever.



   

                   

Whatever.



   

                   

- All right, can we stop now?

- Totally.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Jesus.



   

                   

I just think

you should call her.



   

                   

- I am not going to call her.

- Why not? You should.



   

                   

Just stop, okay?



   

                   

To call her now would be

to trivialize the entire thing.



   

                   

I mean, what do I say?

''Oh, hey, how's it going?



   

                   

How's your life?

Oh, by the way,



   

                   

sorry about

the date rape     years ago.''



   

                   

So you did date rape her?



   

                   

No, I didn't.



   

                   

What did you do?



   

                   

I coerced her

to have sex with me.



   

                   

How?



   

                   

Verbally.



   

                   

You verbally

coerced her?



   

                   

Yeah, by applying



   

                   

excessive

linguistic pressure,



   

                   

I persuaded her

to have sex with me.



   

                   

Ah...



   

                   

And then,

things got rough?



   

                   

No, things got rough

in that, after a while,



   

                   

they became

aggressively playful.



   

                   

They did?



   

                   

We did.



   

                   

Meaning what?



   

                   

Meaning that I probably thought

I was still being playful,



   

                   

but others might interpret

my actions as being...



   

                   

- rough.

- I.e., rape.



   

                   

No. Rough.



   

                   

Look, John...



   

                   

only you two

know what happened.



   

                   

So only you two can

interpret your actions.



   

                   

So why don't you just

tell me the facts



   

                   

- and interpret them later?

- I am telling you,



   

                   

I argued her into it.



   

                   

You're fucking lying.



   

                   

- What is your problem?

- I just don't know



   

                   

how you can sit there

with your oldest friend...



   

                   

- and continually tell lies.

- Okay, Vince,



   

                   

what makes you

think I'm lying?



   

                   

Because only you

would come up with



   

                   

''excessive

linguistic pressure.''



   

                   

Okay? That's not

a normal expression.



   

                   

That is a sign of ''excessive

bullshit,'' all right?



   

                   

If you had really done only that,

you'd be more specific.



   

                   

You'd said you told her

if she didn't put out,



   

                   

you'd tell

everybody she had VD,



   

                   

or smelled bad,

or had a penis,



   

                   

or any of the normal

things that guys say.



   

                   

But instead, you come up

with your typical crap,



   

                   

which sounds...

mature, all right,



   

                   

but contains nothing.



   

                   

And it's bullshit,



   

                   

because the reason why

you are where you are today...



   

                   

is because you always insist

on getting things your way.



   

                   

That is what

you're good at.



   

                   

So why don't you own up

and admit what you did?



   

                   

Vince, fuck off.



   

                   

Fine, I'll call her.



   

                   

- Don't do that.

- Why not?



   

                   

John: Because

I would like you not to.



   

                   

- Why not?

- Vince. Vince!



   

                   

You've already

made your point.



   

                   

- What's my point?

- Your point is that...



   

                   

nobody's perfect,

including me,



   

                   

so it offends you when I tell you

how you should live your life.



   

                   

That's not my point.



   

                   

- It should be.

- Well, it's not.



   

                   

- Why not?

- 'Cause I haven't got to my point yet.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

So get to it.



   

                   

Maybe I don't have one.



   

                   

Then I'm gonna leave.



   

                   

- Wrong.

- Right.



   

                   

Admit it.



   

                   

- Admit what?!

- Admit what you did to Amy.



   

                   

- What makes you think I did something?

- Because I know.



   

                   

- How?

- Cause she told me.



   

                   

- Told you what?

- What you did.



   

                   

- What did she say?

- What?



   

                   

- What did she say?

- Nothing.



   

                   

It was obvious, so

just tell me what you did



   

                   

- and I'll let you go.

- Would you stop being a dick?



   

                   

- Tell me what you did.

- Why do you care?



   

                   

- 'Cause I want to hear it.

- What would that change?



   

                   

- I don't know.

- So why does it matter?



   

                   

We know

I did something wrong.



   

                   

- So tell me what you did.

- I pinned her arms back



   

                   

and stuck

my dick in, okay?



   

                   

For Christ's fucking sakes,

shit happens!



   

                   

I already said

I'm sorry.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

- What did you just do?

- Taped our conversation.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

Wanted to make sure

I heard you right.



   

                   

Tape: So tell me

what you did!



   

                   

I pinned her arms back and

stuck my dick in, okay?



   

                   

For Christ's fucking sakes,

shit happens!...



   

                   

Whoo... you're right.



   

                   

You know? You are

a completely different person.



   

                   

I can't believe

you just did that.



   

                   

Beer?



   

                   

You're mad?



   

                   

- How could you do something like that?

- Like what?



   

                   

- I'm not messing around, Vince!

- No, what?



   

                   

It offends you?



   

                   

It offends me

fucking immensely.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

I-- I'm--



   

                   

All I'm doing is suggest

you call up and apologize



   

                   

for the actions of

a drunk high school senior.



   

                   

You know that you just ended

our friendship.



   

                   

Come on, man. It's a cheap

little tape recorder.



   

                   

- It's K-Mart.

- Why did you do that?



   

                   

- I'm trying to make a point.

- Which is what?



   

                   

- There's something wrong here.

- What? Where? With you and I?



   

                   

And everyone else.



   

                   

So, okay, what is it?



   

                   

Do you think everyone

should call up



   

                   

and apologize for things

they've done wrong in their lives?



   

                   

I don't know. Yeah.



   

                   

You honestly think

that would help?



   

                   

You don't think it'd just

end up being a bunch of...



   

                   

hypocrites wandering around,

raping people,



   

                   

and then

apologizing later?



   

                   

- You got a better idea?

- Yeah. Not do it next time.



   

                   

- That's it, huh?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- You don't think she'd want that?

- Want what?



   

                   

The tape.



   

                   

Why would she want that?



   

                   

To know

that you admitted it.



   

                   

- Vince.

- What?



   

                   

John: Look... I doubt

she remembers it happening.



   

                   

Well, then she might

want to be reminded.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

Because if you pinned my arms back

and fucked me without permission...



   

                   

I'd want to be reminded.



   

                   

Don't talk like that.



   

                   

That's what you said, right?

That's what's on the tape.



   

                   

- This is ridiculous!

- Why?



   

                   

Because my apologizing now

won't make any difference to her.



   

                   

She's probably dealt with

the whole issue and moved on.



   

                   

All right.

Maybe she has.



   

                   

But if you're such a different guy

than you were     years ago,



   

                   

technically you shouldn't

mind apologizing



   

                   

for something that

the real you didn't even do.



   

                   

Now, on the other hand,



   

                   

if you still are the kind of guy

who would do something like that,



   

                   

then I understand

you don't want to apologize.



   

                   

You wouldn't want to come across

like a hypocrite.



   

                   

Give me the tape, Vince.



   

                   

No way.



   

                   

- Why not?

- Because,



   

                   

as you imply to me

on a daily fucking basis



   

                   

whenever we spend

the day together,



   

                   

I wouldn't have

the guts to tell her



   

                   

all the interesting

tidbits of information



   

                   

that this tape

herewith contains.



   

                   

It'll be much easier

to simply hand it to her.



   

                   

If I even have

the guts to do that.



   

                   

( laughing )



   

                   

You know something?



   

                   

I don't really think

I'm hungry.



   

                   

I think

I'm gonna skip dinner.



   

                   

You won't give her

that tape.



   

                   

It's hard to say.



   

                   

Will you stop being

a dick, Vince?!



   

                   

I'm sorry, did you want

to do that line?



   

                   

- What will you do with the tape?

- Here's what I was thinking.



   

                   

I was thinking about

adapting it into a movie.



   

                   

Maybe you could

help me with this,



   

                   

and maybe I could have

the world premiere



   

                   

at next year's

Lansing Festival.



   

                   

Dude,

I'm totally psyched!



   

                   

Listen, really

you should get going.



   

                   

I'll just tell her

you said hi.



   

                   

- What are you talking about?

- I don't know. Shit.



   

                   

- She'll be calling at any minute.

- Why?



   

                   

She said

she'd call at  :  .



   

                   

Wait a minute.



   

                   

I thought you said

you didn't call her.



   

                   

I said I thought

about calling her.



   

                   

And then, you see,

I actually did,



   

                   

and it's cool.

We're hooking up for dinner.



   

                   

Really,

you should get going.



   

                   

I probably won't go through

with this whole thing.



   

                   

Unless she sees

the tape sitting there



   

                   

and we're talking



   

                   

and she keeps pestering me

about what's on it.



   

                   

( phone ringing )



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Hey, Amy. How are you?



   

                   

You still up

for some chow? Cool.



   

                   

Hey, did I tell you

why I was out here?



   

                   

Yeah, right,

the film festival.



   

                   

But the reason

for that is--



   

                   

you remember

John Salter, right?



   

                   

Yeah, yeah.



   

                   

Well, he actually

made a movie



   

                   

that's being shown

as part of the festival.



   

                   

Yeah, and I'm out here

for that.



   

                   

He's out here too.

He's over at the Radisson.



   

                   

   th floor,

overlooking the park. Yeah.



   

                   

Yeah, I don't know

how you want to work this



   

                   

because I'm over here

at the Motor Palace on Saginaw.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Exactly.



   

                   

Cool. Cool.



   

                   

Uh-huh. Well,



   

                   

you know, the thing is

I don't have wheels, so...



   

                   

Really?



   

                   

Well,

that would be great.



   

                   

'Cause if you want

tojust come here



   

                   

and then we'll just

take it from there.



   

                   

And you know

where it is?



   

                   

Oh, wow.



   

                   

Well, terrific. Then

I'll see you in a few, right?



   

                   

Yeah, it's room   .



   

                   

   right.



   

                   

Yeah, yeah, me too.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Okay. Bye-bye.



   

                   

Dude, do you think

I could borrow a few bucks?



   

                   

Vince...



   

                   

why are you doing this?



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

at first,



   

                   

it was a moral crusade,



   

                   

but now...



   

                   

I don't know, except for

that you don't want me to.



   

                   

And that's worth more

than our entire friendship?



   

                   

John, come on.



   

                   

I highly doubt if I weren't

one of your oldest friends,



   

                   

I would even possess the power

to make you think twice



   

                   

about something like this.



   

                   

That's assuming

you are thinking twice.



   

                   

There are better ways to go

about making someone do that.



   

                   

How? Convincing him with

a really good argument?



   

                   

Applying excessive

linguistic pressure?



   

                   

Huh?



   

                   

I'm not a very

moral guy, John.



   

                   

Much less a...



   

                   

highly articulate

poet-filmmaker, all right?



   

                   

I can barely pay my rent,

much less



   

                   

convince somebody like you

to stop being an asshole.



   

                   

No one's asking you

to be articulate, Vince.



   

                   

You pick what is potentially

the most important weekend of my life



   

                   

to bring up something I haven't

thought about in     years!



   

                   

Yeah. I guess so.



   

                   

So, are you staying?



   

                   

Give me the tape, Vince.



   

                   

Mmmm...



   

                   

no.



   

                   

- Just give me the tape.

- Why?



   

                   

Because

it doesn't belong to you.



   

                   

I bought it...



   

                   

at K-Mart.



   

                   

What's on it

doesn't belong to you.



   

                   

Bullshit, all right?



   

                   

I had to be like Aldrich fucking

Ames to make this tape.



   

                   

This is the most

planned out thing



   

                   

I've done

in my whole life. No.



   

                   

It's mine, Vince.



   

                   

I'm going to give it to you,

you're gonna destroy it.



   

                   

No, I'm not.



   

                   

What will you do with it?

Put it in your closet



   



                   

and not think about it

for another     years?



   

                   

You know, where did you get

this whole self-righteous thing?



   

                   

It's not like you

to have a spine.



   

                   

What can I say?



   

                   

I...



   

                   

am a fireman.



   

                   

I'm not leaving

until you give it up.



   

                   

Fine, stay as long as you want.

Just don't touch my coke.



   

                   

Tell me something.



   

                   

Have you ever done anything

you regretted?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

You have.

That you never apologized for?



   

                   

Um hmm.



   

                   

So...



   

                   

why are you doing this?



   

                   

It must be...



   

                   

that I have guilt,

all right,



   

                   

for all the things

I never apologized for...



   

                   

and that I'm taking it

out on you.



   

                   

Okay,

so then it's irrational.



   

                   

Yeah, I agree.



   

                   

So give me the tape.



   

                   

No fucking way.



   

                   

You know something? I wasn't going

to give her the tape at all,



   

                   

except now, with the way

that you're acting,



   

                   

it's like

I have no choice.



   

                   

( Vince chuckling )



   

                   

Listen, you should

really get going.



   

                   

She called me from her cell.

She's a couple of minutes away.



   

                   

Okay, that's it.



   

                   

Give me the tape, Vince.



   

                   

- Uh... no.

- Vince!



   

                   

- What?

- Give me the tape.



   

                   

Feel free

to leave at anytime.



   

                   

Stop being

a dick, Vince.



   

                   

I won't take get

in your way this time.



   

                   

- Vincent!

- Vincent!



   

                   

Vince: Get off me!



   

                   

( knocking on door )



   

                   

Hey, Amy.



   

                   

- Hi, Vincent.

- Wow! You look good.



   

                   

You too.



   

                   

It's nothing.



   

                   

Hey, you'll never guess

who stopped by.



   

                   

Hey, John?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Look who's here.



   

                   

Hey.



   

                   

- John.

- Hey, Amy.



   

                   

Oh, sorry.



   

                   

Vince: I'm so sorry.

Are you all right? Excuse me.



   

                   

- Quite the reunion.

- Yeah.



   

                   

He just swung by

to say hi.



   

                   

I haven't seen you in...



   

                   

- Since high school, probably.

- Amy: Yeah. Yeah.



   

                   

- I saw you at Tracy's.

- That's right.



   

                   

What was that,

about like five years ago?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

I couldn't make it that time.



   

                   

That's right.

You were in grad school, right?



   

                   

Yeah, USC.



   

                   

- Amy: For film?

- Uh-huh.



   

                   

Obviously.



   

                   

I mean, the Lansing Film Festival.

That's great.



   

                   

Right,

that's why I'm here.



   

                   

- Vincent told me.

- Oh, right.



   

                   

- Yeah.

- ( Vince chuckles )



   

                   

Vince: Wow!



   

                   

- Great to see you.

- You too, you too.



   

                   

Umm...



   

                   

I think I'm going to wait

outside for you.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

It's just that, umm...

I didn't lock my car so...



   

                   

Oh, no, what is it?

Is it the black one right there?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- It'll be fine.



   

                   

Just sit and let's hang out,

just for a second.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Sit down.

Let's hang for a minute.



   

                   

Huh?



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

So.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

- It's good to see you, Amy.

- You too.



   

                   

What are you doing here,

in Lansing, Michigan?



   

                   

I guess I like it.



   

                   

It's kind of mellow.



   

                   

Totally.



   

                   

You know, I went to school

in Ann Arbor.



   

                   

That's right, that's right.



   

                   

- So I decided to stay on.

- I admire that.



   

                   

Vince told me, uhh...

what kind of law is it?



   

                   

I'm an assistant

district attorney.



   

                   

- Right. That's cool.

- Amy: I like it a lot.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Definitely.

It's a pretty good job.



   

                   

So, you like, what?



   

                   

You basically

prosecute criminals?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Somebody's got to do it.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

So, Vincent...

what are you up to?



   

                   

- Me?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Not much.



   

                   

I couldn't believe you just called me

out of the blue this morning.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

No, no, I actually love it

when people do that.



   

                   

- Really?

- Yeah, no, no.



   

                   

I don't have the courage

to do that kind of thing,



   

                   

and itjust...



   

                   

I just figured,

what the hell? You know?



   

                   

But you could've easily

not done it.



   

                   

Not done what?



   

                   

Well, not called.

Most people don't.



   

                   

- That's true.

- It is true.



   

                   

- Like.... John.

- ( Amy giggles )



   

                   

I didn't know

you lived out here.



   

                   

And if you had?



   

                   

I'm probably one of those people

who don't have the courage.



   

                   

You think?



   

                   

It's hard to say.



   

                   

Amy: It is.

I mean, it is hard.



    

                   

Half the time

it's not even worth it.



    

                   

People change.



    

                   

They end up having nothing

to say to each other,



    

                   

even if they were

best friends the year before.



    

                   

I'm glad you're not fat.



    

                   

- Is that right?

- Vince: Yeah.



    

                   

You should've seen me

in college.



    

                   

Really?

A big girl, huh?



    

                   

Quite.



    

                   

Well, me too.



    

                   

Amy: Probably

for different reasons.



    

                   

Vince: Uh-unh.



    

                   

- You didn't answer my question.

- Which one?



    

                   

What are you doing

these days?



    

                   

Well...

I live in California.



    

                   

Amy: Where?



    

                   

Oakland.



    

                   

Nice.



    

                   

Yeah, yeah.



    

                   

I'm a...

a firefighter.



    

                   

Are you serious?



    

                   

Yeah,

I'm totally serious.



    

                   

- That's really cool.

- Vince: Yeah.



    

                   

- It keeps me busy.

- I'm sure.



    

                   

A lot offires in Oakland?



    

                   

Uhh...



    

                   

average.



    

                   

I should get going.



    

                   

Wait, I thought we were going

to have dinner.



    

                   

No, I never said that.



    

                   

( chuckles )



    

                   

Okay, but why don't you?



    

                   

I can't, I gotta get

some sleep for tomorrow.



    

                   

No you don't.



    

                   

Yeah, actually I do.



    

                   

Dude, they are showing

your movie!



    

                   

It's not like you're running

a marathon.



    

                   

I know, but--



    

                   

Plus it's not showing

till  :   in the afternoon.



    

                   

Vince, I've got some meetings

in the morning.



    

                   

God, you haven't changed a bit,

have you?



    

                   

Me?



    

                   

I remember you doing the same

thing when we were dating.



    

                   

What do you mean?



    

                   

Putting pressure on people

to follow whatever schedule



    

                   

you've already made up

in your mind.



    

                   

That's not true.



    

                   

Yeah, it is,

but it's nice.



    

                   

No, it's like you...



    

                   

it's like he stays up the night

before thinking for hours



    

                   

how the next day's

gonna go



    

                   

and how he just wants

people to partake



    

                   

in his vision.



    

                   

- That's not true.

- Okay.



    

                   

- John can do whatever he wants.

- I know.



    

                   

I'm suggesting he join us

for dinner.



    

                   

- Why?

- Because I'm sentimental.



    

                   

I like it when old friends

get together.



    

                   

Is that so wrong?

It makes me feel...



    

                   

you know, warm.



    

                   

Well maybe John

doesn't feel like it.



    

                   

Yeah, well,

I know that he doesn't,



    

                   

because he doesn't have

the courage.



    

                   

It's like you said,

he lets things go.



    

                   

I didn't mean him

specifically.



    

                   

Well, you should have.

He always does that.



    

                   

Does what?



    

                   

Lets things go.



    

                   

Buddy, come on.



    

                   

If you saw your mom

walking down the street,



    

                   

you would cross

to the other side.



    

                   

I think maybe next time, save

the drugs for after dinner.



    

                   

- Are you high, Vincent?

- I'm just--



    

                   

you know-- a bit.



    

                   

Have you been smoking pot

since high school?



    

                   

Hey, same as drinking.



    

                   

Yeah, but

you still drink?



    

                   

Okay...

your point?



    

                   

I'm just saying you should

be more careful.



    

                   

- Is it ''Lecture Vince Night''?

- Who's lecturing you?



    

                   

You are just

a little bit. He was.



    

                   

I'm waiting for the Motor Palace guy

to come in here next.



    

                   

It's only because

I care about you.



    

                   

You haven't seen me

in five years.



    

                   

You were

my first boyfriend.



    

                   

It's inevitable.

You could turn into...



    

                   

you know, a dirty old bum

and I'd still care.



    

                   

Really?



    

                   

Of course. It's just

one of those things.



    

                   

Do you want

to get married?



    

                   

- I can't right now.

- Why not?



    

                   

I have a boyfriend.



    

                   

- Who is he?

- He's the District Attorney.



    

                   

Oh God,

that is so typical.



    

                   

- Typical. Why?

- Itjust is.



    

                   

Well, if it doesn't work out,

I'll give you a call in Oakland.



    

                   

Yeah right.



    

                   

So I should

really get going.



    

                   

Why don't you

give him a lecture?



    

                   

- On what?

- I don't know.



    

                   

Taking better care

of himself.



    

                   

He looks like

he's doing okay to me.



    

                   

It was good to see you

again, Amy.



    

                   

You too.



    

                   

Vince:

Whoa, whoa, whoa.



    

                   

- Vincent!

- What?



    

                   

No, no, he can't get

out of here just like that.



    

                   

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Bullshit.



    

                   

- What?

- I have to go.



    

                   

No. Listen, Amy...



    

                   

It was really good

of you to say that.



    

                   

You know, because

I always thought that...



    

                   

that John

was your first love.



    

                   

I realize you guys didn't date

much in high school, but...



    

                   

I assumed even though

I didn't know then,



    

                   

that when you guys got together

at the end of senior year,



    

                   

I always assumed

that was like some kind of...



    

                   

you know, long-awaited love affair

that was bound to happen.



    

                   

Am I characterizing

it correctly?



    

                   

I don't think anyone would call it

a long-awaited love affair.



    

                   

What would you call it?



    

                   

I'd call it us getting together

at the end of senior year.



    

                   

Oh, maybe I was

justjealous. You know?



    

                   

Because...



    

                   

I mean, you know...



    

                   

I always wanted to be

your first... boyfriend.



    

                   

You were.



    

                   

Yeah, I know, but...



    

                   

You know what I mean.



    

                   

I know I shouldn't care

about things like that, but...



    

                   

- like I said, I'm sentimental.

- That's not sentimental.



    

                   

- What is it?

- It's stupid.



    

                   

You know something?



    

                   

I agree with you.

All right, it is.



    

                   

But I didn't know that

back then. Back then...



    

                   

you not wanting to have sex

with me was like...



    

                   

getting disinvited to Christmas

dinner with my grandparents,



    

                   

which is something that

I'm very sentimental about.



    

                   

You shouldn't have

taken it personally.



    

                   

I know, but...



    

                   

I did.



    

                   

Especially when you guys ended up

getting together. Literally.



    

                   

But I guess I blew it

out of proportion.



    

                   

What are you

talking about?



    

                   

I'm talking about you and John

getting together



    

                   

at the end of senior year.

That hurt my feelings at the time.



    

                   

But according to John,



    

                   

it was less of a love affair

that was bound to happen



    

                   

and more like two kids

getting giddy before graduation,



    

                   

in which case, I really

shouldn't hold a grudge.



    

                   

Is that what it was?



    

                   

I would say

it was more of a crush



    

                   

that never

amounted to much.



    

                   

For you or for him?



    

                   

For me.



    

                   

It doesn't seem like

Amy wants to talk about this.



    

                   

Why not?



    

                   

I mean, come on.



    

                   

We're all mature adults.



    

                   

Why can't we talk

about a high school crush



    

                   

- that happened     years ago?

- Fine, then



    

                   

I'm going to let you two

have this discussion without me.



    

                   

Before you go, I'm just

curious as to why...



    

                   

nothing came

of Amy's crush for you.



    

                   

Amy?



    

                   

- Why nothing ever came of it?

- Yeah, I mean,



    

                   

why didn't it develop

into something more serious?



    

                   

It was not like you and I

got together afterwards.



    

                   

Vince: I don't even remember you

dating anyone after that.



    

                   

At least

not from our school.



    

                   

Well, I guess

itjust didn't work out.



    

                   

There's no specific

reason for that?



    

                   

Amy:

I'm sure there was.



    

                   

But...



    

                   

No but.

I'm sure there was.



    

                   

All right... John,



    

                   

- why are you so anxious to leave?

- Look...



    

                   

this is a little

uncomfortable for me.



    

                   

Okay, it's a little

uncomfortable, so...



    

                   

- I'd rather leave.

- Fine. I'm here, all right?



    

                   

What?



    

                   

Does anyone have anything

they'd like to say to me?



    

                   

Amy?



    

                   

No, thanks.



    

                   

- Vince?

- Yeah!



    

                   

I mean, listen.

It's your call, John.



    

                   

I can't speak for you.



    

                   

It was good

to see you again, Amy.



    

                   

That is so

fucking typical!



    

                   

I got to go.



    

                   

- Hey, John...

- What?



    

                   

Can I have that back?



    

                   

Goodbye, Amy.



    

                   

Oakland must be

a pretty safe place.



    

                   

Why?



    

                   

There obviously aren't enough

fires to keep you busy.



    

                   

What do you mean?



    

                   

Can you tell me

what that was about?



    

                   

I wanted to...



    

                   

find out what happened

between you two.



    

                   

When?



    

                   

That night.



    

                   

I wanted him

to apologize to you.



    

                   

Why?



    

                   

So that you could hear it.



    

                   

He admitted it to me.



    

                   

What did you do?



    

                   

I got him to admit it.



    

                   

It's on the tape.



    

                   

Admit what?



    

                   

What he did.



    

                   

He did do it...



    

                   

didn't he?



    

                   

What?



    

                   

That night.



    

                   

Am I wrong?



    

                   

He raped you.



    

                   

Why would that be

any of your business?



    

                   

- You're missing my point.

- Even if he had,



    

                   

the last thing

I'd want would be...



    

                   

a taped confession.



    

                   

Why not?



    

                   

Because I'm not

the one who needs it.



    

                   

What are you

talking about?



    

                   

I'm not the one

who needs it.



    

                   

All right, all right,



    

                   

- who needs it?

- I'll see you later.



    

                   

Where are you going?



    

                   

- Home.

- Why?



    

                   

You don't understand.



    

                   

I'm trying to do

the right thing.



    

                   

For whom?



    

                   

For you.



    

                   

Is that really

what you mean?



    

                   

- Yes, it is.

- Because I don't think it is.



    

                   

- I thought you'd appreciate it.

- Well, I don't.



    

                   

Why not?



    

                   

Because

he didn't rape me.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

He didn't.



    

                   

So the only person you're trying

to make feel better...



    

                   

is yourself.



    

                   

( knocking on door )



    

                   

Oh Christ.



    

                   

- Hey.

- John: Hey.



    

                   

What are you doing?



    

                   

- I came back.

- Why?



    

                   

- Because I felt like it.

- Yeah--



    

                   

Can you give us a couple

minutes in private?



    

                   

- Are you kidding me?

- I'm serious.



    

                   

You want me to leave you

alone with her?



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

- No.

- You can wait outside the door.



    

                   

No fucking way!



    

                   

- Why not?

- 'Cause of the whole--



    

                   

- No!

- I just need two minutes.



    

                   

- Why?

- I want to tell her something.



    

                   

- What?

- It's none of your business.



    

                   

- Yeah, it is.

- Why?



    

                   

- I'm the one who brought it up.

- Amy: It's all right.



    

                   

- Yeah, no, it's not.

- Yes, it is.



    

                   

Well, I don't care, all right?

I'm not leaving.



    

                   

- I wanted to apologize.

- For what?



    

                   

- Vince.

- What?



    

                   

Shut up!



    

                   

I wanted to apologize.



    

                   

For what it's worth...



    

                   

I'm--



    

                   

I'm sorry.



    

                   

I'm really...



    

                   

honestly...



    

                   

truly sorry.



    

                   

What for?



    

                   

For what happened between us

in high school.



    

                   

What happened between us?



    

                   

I'm talking about what happened

at the end of senior year,



    

                   

which Vince was trying to get me

to talk about before.



    

                   

- Hey!

- Before when?



    

                   

Five minutes ago.



    

                   

About when you and I got

together in high school?



    

                   

Right.



    

                   

Right.



    

                   

Tell me again

what happened.



    

                   

Do you know...



    

                   

which day

I'm talking about?



    

                   

The end of senior year.



    

                   

At Rebecca's party?



    

                   

- Yeah.

- Yeah.



    

                   

Hey...



    

                   

what are you guys doing?



    

                   

No, I just--



    

                   

I'm curious.



    

                   

I don't want there to be

a communication gap here.



    

                   

I'm not sure

what I'm supposed to say.



    

                   

Look, I think you think

you did something to me.



    

                   

- Yes.

- What do you think you did?



    

                   

Why?



    

                   

Why?



    

                   

Because this is

very interesting to me.



    

                   

Do you not think

that something happened?



    

                   

Of course

something happened.



    

                   

But are you saying you don't

remember what it was?



    

                   

Come on, John!



    

                   

There's some things

one doesn't forget.



    

                   

I agree.



    

                   

I'm just wondering how...



    

                   

you would describe it,

that's all.



    

                   

Probably

the same way as you.



    

                   

You think?



    

                   

Look, the whole reason

this thing started



    

                   

is because Vince

taped this conversation.



    

                   

- I didn't realize--

- It's fine. I'm just saying,



    

                   

that's why I'm here.



    

                   

So, you're here because

Vincent taped you?



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

Why?



    

                   

- Why?

- Why?



    

                   

- Because it made me think.

- Oh.



    

                   

Which is why I came back.



    

                   

Amy: Good.



    

                   

So tell me again

what happened?



    

                   

I think...



    

                   

I think I raped you.



    

                   

Oh my God!



    

                   

No, you didn't rape me.



    

                   

Yes, I did.



    

                   

No, you didn't.



    

                   

Are you trying

to make fun of this?



    

                   

No.



    

                   

Amy,

I know what happened.



    

                   

- Apparently not.

- Yes, I do.



    

                   

Says who?



    

                   

- John: Me!

- Why?



    

                   

Because

I just admitted it.



    

                   

On what, on the tape?



    

                   

- Yeah.

- Amy: What's on it?



    

                   

It's me confessing

what I did.



    

                   

- What did you do?

- I just told you.



    

                   

- That doesn't prove you did it.

- Why not?



    

                   

If no one's accusing you

of anything,



    

                   

there's no reason

to confess.



    

                   

I-- I-- I--



    

                   

I'm having trouble realizing

what you're doing.



    

                   

I'm not doing anything.



    

                   

This is not

an easy thing for me.



    

                   

You sure about that?



    

                   

- John?

- What?



    

                   

You sure you know

what you're saying?



    

                   

I'm saying what

you wanted me to say.



    

                   

All right, but...



    

                   

Are you sure you got

the right girl?



    

                   

- Jesus!

- She said nothing happened.



    

                   

- She's lying!

- No, I'm not!



    

                   

- Amy!

- What?!



    

                   

- You-- you're mocking this!

- Why would I do that?



    

                   

I have no idea.



    

                   

But if you are,

I have better things to do!



    

                   

Oh...



    

                   

I just think we have differing

perceptions of what happened.



    

                   

I really don't see

how that could be.



    

                   

Why? Because you decided

you did something?



    

                   

I did do something.



    

                   

Well,

I say you didn't.



    

                   

- So then what happened?

- When?



    

                   

Then.



    

                   

We had sex.



    

                   

- Amy.

- What?



    

                   

I'm trying to be honest.



    

                   

Why now?



    

                   

Because I haven't

seen you in     years.



    

                   

But why now?



    

                   

Because...



    

                   

when Vince played back

the tape for me,



    

                   

it hit me

what I had done.



    

                   

And if he hadn't

played back the tape?



    

                   

Yeah?



    

                   

Would you be saying this?



    

                   

Probably not.



    

                   

Or is itjust

that I'm here?



    

                   

- What do you mean?

- If I lived in Alaska,



    

                   

would you have

sought me out?



    

                   

- I don't really know.

- You should look into that.



    

                   

Fine.



    

                   

Maybe you were

jealous of Vincent.



    

                   

Does that make me

sound conceited?



    

                   

- A bit.

- Why?



    

                   

I loved you.



    

                   

I did.



    

                   

I was totally in love

with you that night.



    

                   

Did you love me?



    

                   

No.



    

                   

Then why were you

with me?



    

                   

I'm not sure.



    

                   

Maybe it's the same reason

you came back to apologize.



    

                   

- Which is what?

- You like pissing Vincent off.



    

                   

Why would it piss him off

if it's what he wanted?



    

                   

Because he's confused.



    

                   

Exactly.



    

                   

It's never too late to one-up

your best friend by telling him



    

                   

that you raped the love

of his life in high school.



    

                   

Especially if you can do it

in front of her.



    

                   

- That's very good.

- You think I'm like that?



    

                   

Oh, I don't know.



    

                   

I have a poor record

ofjudging you accurately.



    

                   

Maybe you came back

to get the last word.



    

                   

You didn't like

what you'd said,



    

                   

so you came back and phrased it

a little more eloquently.



    

                   

The reason I came back

is to apologize!



    

                   

Which I can assure you

is not at all disingenuous.



    

                   

I honestly am sorry.



    

                   

Why? Because you had

your hand over my mouth?



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

John, I let

everybody do that.



    

                   

Can you please

just tell me the truth?



    

                   

I am.



    

                   

Vince:

Where are you going?



    

                   

- I should leave.

- Why?



    

                   

Because no matter

what I say,



    

                   

- there's nowhere for this to go.

- No,



    

                   

you just want the last word.

And you know what?



    

                   

- It's not yours to have.

- Would you guys figure out



    

                   

what the fuck

you're talking about?



    

                   

Vince, I don't know.



    

                   

She's in denial.



    

                   

- Amy?

- What?



    

                   

Whatever gave you the idea

that something happened?



    

                   

- At Rebecca's?

- Yeah!



    

                   

I just--



    

                   

I thought that later, that's

what you were trying to tell me.



    

                   

Why?



    

                   

Because why else would you

be sleeping with John



    

                   

when you were supposed

to be dating me?



    

                   

You and I

had already broken up.



    

                   

Yeah, but we hadn't even

slept together.



    

                   

- So why would you be with him?

- It's none of your business.



    

                   

Vince: Okay, fine,

but it's partly why...



    

                   

- I thought something happened.

- You mean,



    

                   

if I wasn't

sleeping with you,



    

                   

why would I be sleeping

with someone else?



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

I guess.



    

                   

I thought

something like that.



    

                   

I'm going to go.

Vince,



    

                   

maybe I'll see you

tomorrow. Amy,



    

                   

I'm truly sorry.



    

                   

I'm sorry you're not in a place

where you can hear that.



    

                   

- I hope you have a good life.

- Why did you just say that?



    

                   

- Say what?

- I'm not in a place



    

                   

where I can hear that.



    

                   

Because you don't seem

to realize I'm serious.



    

                   

I don't know how else

to put this.



    

                   

And if it really were

no big deal for you,



    

                   

it was for me.



    

                   

And I want you to know

that I'm sorry it happened.



    

                   

Amy:

Well, you should be.



    

                   

I hope you die for it

and go to hell.



    

                   

And if there's no hell, I hope you

suffer on your way to death.



    

                   

My hope is that your last

living sensation



    

                   

be that of a steel rod

being shoved



    

                   

repeatedly

up your insides,



    

                   

so that it batters your heart

and punctures your stomach.



    

                   

Is that along the lines

of what you wanted?



    

                   

Amy: Uh?



    

                   

I don't know what

you want me to say to you.



    

                   

Nothing.



    

                   

So was I right?



    

                   

( coughing )



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

This is Amy Randall

from the DA's office.



    

                   

Could you please

dispatch a squad car



    

                   

over to the Motor Palace

on Saginaw, room   ?



    

                   

There appears to be

a significant amount



    

                   

of illegal

substance in the room.



    

                   

Amy: Uh-huh.



    

                   

Amy:

It appears to be cocaine.



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

Yes. Could you also

please run a check



    

                   

on one of

the two gentlemen here?



    

                   

Mr. John Salter.



    

                   

S, as in Sally, A-L-T-E-R.



    

                   

Possible history

of sexual misconduct,



    

                   

including a verified first

degree CSC     years prior.



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

Nope.



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

You two can make a run

for it if you'd like.



    

                   

Did you really

just do that?



    

                   

The average response time

in Lansing is four minutes.



    

                   

One of the top departments

in the country.



    

                   

Why does this

have to be like this?



    

                   

Because if you're

truly repentant,



    

                   

then you should be willing

to pay the price.



    

                   

Why can't you just accept

the fact that I'm sorry?



    

                   

It does me no good.



    

                   

- Is that my fault?

- No.



    

                   

It's just the way it is.



    

                   

But I'm the one who has to run out

of here like a criminal?



    

                   

- That's up to you.

- Because I'm not going to.



    

                   

Is that

because you think



    

                   

the statute of limitations

has run out?



    

                   

I have no idea.



    

                   

There is none for

a sexual misconduct felony.



    

                   

Just to let you know.



    

                   

All right, listen.



    

                   

I don't feel like getting busted

for a couple of lines.



    

                   

Then I'll see you later.



    

                   

Amy: Just do me a favor

and leave that tape behind.



    

                   

So I can give it to Officer

Friendly when he gets here.



    

                   

You want me

to give you the tape?



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

Amy: You don't need

his permission.



    

                   

I feel like I do.



    

                   

You didn't need

his permission to make it,



    

                   

so why do you

need it now?



    

                   

Protocol?



    

                   

Fine.



    

                   

Well, I guess I'll just

have to stay here



    

                   

- and tell them myself.

- Oh Jesus!



    

                   

Vince: Dude, it might be in

your best interest to come with me.



    

                   

I'm staying.



    

                   

Vince: Why?



    

                   

If this is the only way

she knows how to deal with this,



    

                   

- then this is what should happen.

- What about me?



    

                   

What about you?



    

                   

I didn't really do

anything wrong!



    

                   

You're in possession of

an illegal substance.



    

                   

I was just trying

to blow off a little steam.



    

                   

You should have

blown it off with beer.



    

                   

I did!



    

                   

I was just trying

to blow it off a little extra.



    

                   

John: You'd better go.

They're on their way.



    

                   

Come with me.



    

                   

No.



    

                   

Don't be an idiot,

all right?



    

                   

They will arrest you.



    

                   

All right,

is this really what you want?



    

                   

John's a big boy.



    

                   

He can make

his own decisions.



    

                   

All right, fine, fuck it.



    

                   

- Hey, I'm out of here.

- John: Thanks, Vince.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

Thanks.



    

                   

- For what?

- For all your honesty.



    

                   

Okay,

what does that mean?



    

                   

Nothing.



    

                   

I'll see you later.



    

                   

No! Fuck!



    

                   

Fuck! God!



    

                   

Shit.



    

                   

Did you really

call the police?



    

                   

No.



    

                   

Oh Jesus Christ!



    

                   

Sorry.



    

                   

Why did you do that?!



    

                   

I felt like it.



    

                   

You are so fucked up!!



    

                   

God!



    

                   

What did you expect?



    

                   

Fine,



    

                   

but do you have any idea

how much those cost?



    

                   

There'll be other drugs.



    

                   

I know.



    

                   

But I--



    

                   

I really liked those ones.



    

                   

Good luck tomorrow.



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

You're welcome.



    

                   

Goodbye, Vincent.



    

                   

Vince: Goodbye, Amy.



    

                   

- It was good to see--

- ( door closes )



    

                   

 I'm sorry 



    

                   

 So sorry 



    

                   

 That I was such a fool 



    

                   

 I didn't know 



    

                   

 Love could be so cruel 



    

                   

 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh yes 



    

                   

 You tell me 



    

                   

 Mistakes 



    

                   

 Are part of being young 



    

                   

 But that don't right 



    

                   

 The wrong that's been done 



    

                   

 Please accept 



    

                   

 My apology 



    

                   

 But love is blind 



    

                   

 And I was too blind 



    

                   

 To see 



    

                   

 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh yes 



    

                   

 You tell me 



    

                   

 Mistakes 



    

                   

 Are part of being young 



    

                   

 But that don't right 



    

                   

 The wrong that's been done 



    

                   

 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh yes 



    

                   

 I'm sorry 



    

                   

 So sorry 



    

                   

 Please accept 



    

                   

 My apology 



    

                   

 But love was blind 



    

                   

 And I was too blind 



    

                   

 To see 



    

                   

 Sorry. 







 
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