Behind the Candelabra Page #3

wonderful.

I'm going to give you

my private number.

It's unlisted.

Now, I'm counting

on you...

so don't you forget.

You'd better not walk

onto my stage

with a ketchup stain.

Like anyone

would give a sh*t.

He's so unprofessional.

- Hello?

- Hi. This is Scott... Thorson.

- I'm sorry, who?

- Scott. I'm Bob's friend.

I was at L-- his house.

I have medicine for his dog.

Hold on.

- A Scott somebody.

- Who?

- Friend of Bob's. who was at your house.

- Oh, Scott!

He has medicine?

Scott, is that you?

Hi.

Um... Yeah...

Mr.--

No, no. Please,

just call me Lee.

Lee. Okay.

I have

the medicine

for your poodle.

For his eyes?

Oh, my savior!

I was going to just

tuck it in the mail

tomorrow morning...

and it should be there,

you know, in a few days.

Oh, no, no. I don't want Baby

Boy to have to wait that long.

Why don't you just book a flight

and come up this evening?

At my expense.

It's not that important.

Scott, why don't you let me

decide what's important.

You know, you'd be

doing me a great favor

if you'd fly up here

this evening.

And I promise you I'll fly

you right back to L.A.

after my first show.

- I promise.

- Okay.

Alone at last.

Thank you so much for

bringing my baby's medicine.

No problem.

He's going to be fine.

What would you like to do

with your life, Scott?

What's your dream?

I want to be

a veterinarian.

Oh, don't you

just love animals?

So do I.

You know, because they

love you, no matter what.

That's what makes them

dumb animals, I guess.

If they really knew

who we were,

they'd have nothing

to do with us.

Scott, I...

I feel like

I can trust you.

And I have to talk

to someone.

I've got myself

in a terrible mess.

What is it?

It's Billy.

My protg.

I've created a monster.

A monster!

I gave him everything.

- I put his name in lights-- I made him famous.

- What did he do?

Well, he's out of control!

He's ruining me!

He's ruining my image!

I can't stand bad publicity!

My fans, you know?

Unfortunately,

they're not dumb animals.

He's just... he's done

terrible things!

He's breaking

my heart.

It's just he's drinking heavily,

he's getting into fights.

And I can't

get rid of him!

He's under contract

for six months!

I'm going to be ruined!

I just wish his wife

would come and take him away.

His wife?

Hand me a towel, please.

Thank you.

I never know whether

people like me for me,

or what they can get

out of me.

You know,

because I'm Liberace.

Walter Liberace,

for God's sakes!

I mean,

can you imagine?

I mean, Walter's fine

for Pidgeon,

but Liberace?

It was the only thing

my father gave me.

He was

a French horn player.

He left us

for an oboist.

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