After Louie Page #2

- Mateo can be a little b*tch.

- Mm-hmm.

Jeffrey will

listen to you.

I'll talk to him.

Thanks, Mags.

I know I can always

count on you.

- You're the best.

- Mm!

- Shut up.

- (CHUCKLES)

Ain't got nobody

Nobody cares

for me

I'm so sad

and lonely, baby

Won't somebody

take a chance on me?

(PLAYS PIANO)

Ain't got nobody

Nobody cares for me

I'm so sad and lonely

Won't somebody

take a chance on me?

BOTH:

Nobody cares for me

Oh, Mags.

Whatcha readin'?

Sh*t.

You scared me.

Can I sit here?

If you want to.

So...

- what are you reading?

- Ah, that's just... nothing.

Oh.

Is it good?

He was a friend of mine,

the writer.

But he's dead now.

Well, that's no fun.

It was

a long time ago.

We all die eventually.

Memento mori.

Means "Remember death."

Or "Remember

you're gonna die."

So why do you have

such a morbid tattoo?

It's just a little reminder

that life is precious.

I got it after my father

died, about nine years ago.

My dad died,

I threw a f***ing party.

You didn't get along

with your dad?

Uh, that was...

that was a bad joke.

Oh.

But, no, we did not...

get along.

That's too bad.

What?

SAM:

I can't tell if you're real

or just a figment

of my imagination.

I've had a lot

to drink.

I'm pretty sure

I'm real.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Oh.

So what do you like?

What do you like?

Do you have a condom?

I only play safe.

- Me, too.

- Uh-huh.

Sorry that was so fast.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Don't worry.

Sure you'll be ready

to go again soon enough.

Did you come?

No.

There you go.

Thanks.

Want a beer?

Uh, maybe some water?

Mind if I smoke?

Do what you want.

What is all this?

It's a project

I'm working on.

Is this you?

Yeah.

With my writer friend

William.

You remind me of him

a lot, actually.

And that is one of the very first ACT UP!

demonstrations.

You do know

what ACT UP! is, right?

Yeah.

Wasn't born yesterday.

When were you born?

Don't answer that.

(CHUCKLES)

You're a filmmaker.

I'm an artist.

Come on.

Break's over.

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

Hi.

Morning.

What is this?

I'm fine.

How are you?

Why is there money

in my shoe?

Well, we hadn't

discussed it before,

but I thought...

500 for an overnight.

- Seriously.

- I might offer you something to eat,

but I don't eat breakfast.

Or lunch.

But I'd like

to see you again.

Unless you have

some sort of policy.

So can I call you

sometime?

Sure.

Okay,

what's your number?

Great.

Okay.

Bye, then.

Bye, Braeden.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Hey.

- Oh, good, you're alive.

Uh... how was work?

It was lunch,

it was dead.

Did you call Isaac about

the leak in the bathroom?

I thought we agreed that if

we're gonna be gone all night,

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