The Informers Page #2

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We're having a f***ing wake

at the Beverly Hilton.

I mean, come on, do you get it?

Come on. Get up.

Bruce wouldn't want to see you like this.

He was my friend, right?

Yeah. He was your friend.

Are you lying to me, Graham?

No.

I'm telling you the truth.

How's work?

It's good.

I have a full slate of movies

that are testing really high.

- There's one you might really like.

- Yeah? What's that?

It's a movie about this 12- year- old boy

who becomes the president.

The president of what?

The United States.

Sounds better than the one

about the talking car.

How's Graham?

Well, you know your brother.

He's a little hard to reach.

But I'm sure he's upset

about his friend's death,

so, you know, it's tough.

When I saw him at the memorial,

he seemed fine, though.

He seemed fine at Bruce's memorial?

Yeah.

So how's Cheryl, by the way?

I'm not seeing Cheryl anymore.

What? When did this happen?

That's something

I wanted to talk to you about, actually.

- You talk to your mom lately?

- We talk.

You know, when she's coherent,

which is rarely. Why?

Well, Mom and l

are moving back in together.

We're going to live together again.

She didn't tell me that.

- How do you feel about that?

- Great.

Great. This is a really good move.

Yeah. Really good.

Seriously? I mean,

you really think it's great?

Well, to be honest, it hasn't totally hit me

that you might actually be serious.

I'm serious.

We're going to be a family again.

Graham and I aren't moving back in, Dad.

We're not gonna be a family.

You and Mom are gonna be a couple again,

but we're not gonna be a family.

Martin?

You can't call the house anymore.

Why? Is there someone here who cares?

You just can't come over here anymore.

- No.

- Are you going to tell me why?

William is moving back in.

Are you telling me

he dumped the newscaster chick?

So...

Big Bad William is moving back in.

So the f*** what? Unless you wanna

shell out for a room at the Bel- Air...

No, Martin. Martin, you don't understand.

We can't do this anymore.

We can't do it. It's over.

Right.

Just like it was over the last time?

Martin, don't.

Baby.

I see.

Well, could I at least

borrow 60 bucks?

I have to pay this guy

for these Billy ldol tickets.

And I forgot to go to the lnsta- Teller

and, you know...

You know,

it's just really a massive hassle, so...

What can I do for you, Mr. Metro?

Can you just get these kids

out of here, man?

- Hey! What are you doing? Come on.

- All right. Time to go.

No!

Hey, Jackson. How's it hanging?

What the f*** are you doing here?

I told you I was coming.

What'd you think, it was a joke?

One f***ing night. And that's it.

You understand me?

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