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Okay.

There. I'm going to pull this across.

So don't be surprised.

Need you to hold on.

There we go.

There we are.

You good?

[moans]

Okay, let me steal this one.

Right under there.

Okay. Be right back.

So, what kind of stuff do you design?

Hmm?

Oh. I have some small buildings...

downtown and...

some homes in...

San Marino.

Good.

It's nothing special,

just f-f-functional stuff, you know?

It's like...

Excuse me.

Do you have anything on Suzin?

[clerk] I think we had something.

Let me check.

Okay.

Mm. We had the Taschen edition.

It was his complete works,

but we sold out.

Would you want me to order it for you?

No, thanks.

What about Suyida?

I think so.

Let me go check.

Okay.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Are you an architect?

Yeah.

My son is studying architecture.

Where?

Berkeley.

Nice.

What kind of stuff do you design?

Functional, mostly.

Some houses, couple of small buildings.

Well, let me know

if you need anything else.

Okay.

See, I like...

the early ones

because they're simpler.

Isay Weinfeld.

Who?

Isay Weinfeld...

Brazilian architect.

Okay. You wanna look him up?

No. Let me do it.

Okay.

[sexual moaning from iPad]

Really?

Really, John?

[chuckles]

That... that's art.

[wheezing laugh]

I'll get you some food.

I want to see it. Let me see it.

Hello.

Uh, my name's David.

Uh, my brother...

uh, designed this place.

And... John Sterling.

Oh.

And I was driving by and I was wondering

if it's possible to take a look around.

[sexual moaning]

[slapping]

[knock on door]

Come in.

[Silvia] Nice to see you.

- [groans]

- [David] Hi, Silvia.

Hi.

Be back in a minute.

Did her tits get bigger?

No, you got more desperate, John.

He's on 200 mg per hour.

Check the pressure. It shouldn't vary.

And watch out for the oxygen.

See you in the morning.

Okay. Behave!

- Call me if anything comes up.

- I will.

Hey, how are you? Is this comfortable?

Huh?

- Excuse me.

- Yep.

- Can I get a fresh towel?

- Sure.

Can I get it in a plastic bag?

The point of the plastic bag is that

your hands don't touch it before mine.

Thanks.

[Mildred] Thank you, David.

You didn't need to bring anything.

It's okay.

Oh, ha!

Happy birthday, John.

Uh, iPad.

Here.

I'll just go back to the kitchen.

Okay.

Thank you, David.

Really?

You thought I'd bring you a hooker

for your birthday, did you?

I'm dying.

Well, then you don't need

a hooker, do you?

You need a priest.

I'm gonna go get changed.

You're not dying.

I'll bring you some food.

[TV playing softly]

[knock on door]

Come in.

Hi. I'm Lee.

Silvia was sick, so I was sent

to cover her shift for tonight.

Right. I'm gonna do

the night shift tonight.

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