Boys on the Side Page #4

HOLLY:

Jane!

JANE:

Jesus Christ!

NICK:

Holly!

HOLLY:

He thinks he's lost something.

JANE:

I thought you said he was clean.

HOLLY:

Well, he is. I mean, he has nine months in NA. He's

just dealing. And, you know, he has a drink and he

gets confused.

NICK:

Holly! If you cleaned this f***in' place up maybe I'd

be able to find my sh*t! (To Jane): What the f***

are doing here?!

JANE:

Hello Nick. I'm just passin' through. We'll catch

you later. (To Holly): C'mon.

NICK:

You think you're going somewhere?!

JANE:

Nick! Nick! Nick! Nick! Don't...be a prick.

NICK:

Stick to what you know, Jane. That's something about

you girls I could never figure out. What's sex like

without a dick?

JANE:

I don't know, man. You tell me.

NICK:

F*** you!

JANE:

You wish. (To Holly): Come on.

NICK:

You ain't goin' nowhere!

JANE:

Hey man!

NICK:

This is bullshit!

ROBIN:

All you all right?

JANE:

Uh huh.

NICK:

Who the f*** are you?!

ROBIN:

Hi, how are you? (To Jane): Are we going?

JANE:

Yes.

NICK:

Nobody's going anywhere until I get my coke! This

b*tch! She stole it! She ain't seein' daylight until

she gives it up.

HOLLY:

You don't remember sh*t when you're drinking, you

a**hole! You stole it Tuesday night.

NICK:

You remember the last time I called you a liar? Is

that the way you want me to play this?!

ROBIN:

Guys! Guys! Guys! My hunch is, our two positions

might be a lot closer than we think. Who do you

believe he sold it to?

HOLLY:

Frank. This guy uptown. A friend.

JANE:

Hey, Nick!

ROBIN:

Jane. Let me close this. Where's his number?

HOLLY:

It's on the wall.

ROBIN:

I'm Robin, by the way. You must be Holly.

HOLLY:

Hi! It's really nice to meet you.

ROBIN:

Me, too.

HOLLY:

Um, I really like your hair.

ROBIN:

Oh, thanks. The beauty parlor really messed with it.

You know how they never understand. (Talking on the

telephone):
Is Frank there? Yeah. (Hands the phone

to Nick).

NICK:

Frank. You score any coke off me Tuesday night?

Yeah. How much? Mm hm. That's what I thought!

Holly's saying you did! All right, later...So I sold

it to him.

ROBIN:

Okay, fine. Let's go.

NICK:

Where's the f***ing money?!

HOLLY:

Oh man!

JANE:

Give us a f***in' break.

ROBIN:

Where's the money?

HOLLY:

He hides it. He always does. The same three or four

places and I'm not telling.

ROBIN:

Tell me where.

HOLLY:

I tell you to write it down but you never do, so

forget it.

NICK:

You stole it. Jane, you know her. She's a liar and a

thief. It's not her fault. It's her f***ing nature!

JANE:

Get the f*** away from me.

NICK:

F*** you, too, man! No f***ing trust here! Get the

f*** up! That's what f***ing hurts! Ahh, Jesus

f***ing...Ahh (Holly hits Nick over the head with a

baseball bat).

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