Clean

Paris, a few weeks later

Steamed duck.

Chicken saute.

Chicken curry.

White rice.

Enjoy your meal.

White rice?

All done?

Careful. Everyone knows.

They want to tell Mr. Li.

You'll get us all in trouble.

And with the pills

you're totally spaced out.

Fried noodles,

white rice,

stir-fried shrimp,

and Peking duck for two.

Another fried noodles.

I'm here.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm sick of this shitty job.

I couldn't get your prescription.

And I'm worried.

Alexis hasn't answered for 4 days.

I'm all out!

I know. And I told you

I'd do my best.

We better get going.

Who's she?

Aline. Alexis's ex-girlfriend.

She still has the keys to his place.

We haven't spoken in over a year.

This is a pain in the ass.

I tried before.

It's chained from inside.

See what I mean?

Don't bother. I already tried.

Allow me.

Let's clean up

then we'll call the cops.

Give me a trash bag.

- You should lay off that stuff.

- F*** you.

It's none of my business.

It's your life.

- Are you coming or not?

- Watch your tone!

You asked me for a ride.

Now I have to help Aline.

What should I do?

Go sit and wait for the cops?

I can drop you off somewhere

or leave you here.

I don't need your help.

Do you pity me? I don't need pity.

Emily, just shut up.

You're only here

because I'm Lee's wife.

- F*** off.

- Get lost! Get lost!

No need to say it twice.

Jean-Pierre!

Jean-Pierre!

What's going on with Tricky?

His manager is putting you

on the guest list.

Who the hell cares

about the guest list?

I want 5 minutes with him.

I know.

I'm waiting for an answer.

I need to talk to him.

You think he'll help

get your son back?

Wake up.

Look at you.

You think you can raise a kid?

Want some money for a cab?

I know we're not Limp Bizkit,

but for once

I'd like to do a sound-check.

The band before you screwed up.

I can't be everywhere.

Don't take it so personally.

It's the club-owners who suck.

They care about the beer they sell

not the music.

I don't like being yelled at.

I'm upset.

I had to get it off my chest.

This morning I got the demos

I did with Gloria.

Who's Gloria?

I told you about her.

I met her in prison.

- Are You angry?

- You bet your ass I am.

In prison who was the punk

you or her?

No, it's like that for the men.

For us, the problem was trying

not to get raped by the guards.

But... if you care...

I managed just fine, thanks.

Thank God for your letters.

Everyone else forgot about me.

Come off it.

Except the press

who wrote tons of crap.

Yeah, here too.

Skip the first two tracks.

They're mediocre remixes.

Start with the third.

You do the vocals?

I wrote the lyrics too.

Gloria did the music.

Come on, Elena...

That was an easy shot.

Is Gloria still in jail?

She was involved in a hold-up.

A guy got hurt.

She's been in over a year

and hasn't gone to trial yet.

How many tracks do you have?

About ten.

I know it sounds pretty rough,

but obviously

the conditions were lousy.

Not good, not bad.

I can't say.

Like a lot of other stuff.

You mean it sucks.

I didn't say it sucks.

Let's get out of here.

Hello.

I'm lrene Paolini's assistant.

- Hello.

- This way.

She shouldn't be long.

With her you never know.

I'm always apologizing for her.

It's a real pain.

I know. I used to work with her.

- I know.

- Really?

I watched you

every week on the cable.

Introducing video clips, MTV-style

dressed like a total bimbo.

I watched the show for you.

I was a huge fan. I still am.

Thanks.

When was it...

at least six years ago...

- How old were you?

- Fifteen. I was in high school.

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)