The bedroom. A Lichtenstein, a Hockney, a silk-screen of
shielding himself from the camera. Over the photo, three
too small to be legible.
INT. BEDROOM -- LATER
Nicky is on the other side of the bed and he alternates
done that. Son of a bitch.
I hear Alan's sick.
Alan's very sick. He has to go to
New Mexico and sit in a lukewarm
You know about Adele.
What about her?
I talked to her two days ago.
Apparently it didn't help. You know
about Peter, of course.
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