Gerontophilia

Lizzie Borden...

Violette Nozire...

Ulrike Meinhof... Kim Gordon... Patty Hearst...

Camille Henrot...

Bernadine Dohrn,

Aileen Wuornos,

Angela Davis, Jennifer Urmila.

Jeanne Manning...

Winona Rider, Winona Rider!

Those are the real revolutionaries...

Oh f***...

-Winona Rider.

Shoplifting is always revolutionary.

Oh my God...

I'd better go.

I have to make dinner for Marie.

-Okay.

-See you tomorrow.

-Okay, bye.

Did I say Gudrun Ensslin?

Marie?

Lake? Are you there?

Lake?

You and your books. Aren't

they supposed to be obsolete?

What do you want?

How was work?

Thanks for cleaning up.

I xed you something, it's in the fridge, nuke it 3 minutes.

Pull him out. This way.

I don't want to be a lifeguard.

It was my stupid idea

in the rst place.

-What are you going

to do for money?

-Everyone is always

so worried about money.

-I think this is just

our gap year anyway.

-For me, it's going to be

a permanent gap. I'll never

be able to afford tuition.

-You can always get

out of town together.

-Are you serious?

-Always.

Sh*t...

Looking pretty rough, Marie.

-Gee, thanks.

Hi Desiree!

Hi!

-How did you get all banged up?

-I had a little dispute

with a dancer at the club.

She wasn't sharing hertips.

-What's your degree, I still don't

get why you can't nd

a better job.

-Lake, stop.

-It's not that easy, Lake.

-Woman in the n*gger

of the world.

What?

Yoko Ono.

-She's right.

Anyway smartie, a gentleman

I used to know when I was

in college came into the club

the other night and offered

me a position.

-Where?

-At an assisted living facility.

-You mean an old folks home?

Who knows? If things work out,

I might even be able

to get you a job there.

-At an old folks home...

Disgusting!

You were supposed to be nished bed pans an hour ago.

-Sorry, I got involved

in a pretty heated game

of Chinese checkers.

-It's not your job

to fraternize with patients. Anyway, your mother wants

to see you in the ofce. Now.

I have to see Lake

and get back to work.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Alright...

-Hi mom!

-Lake, can't you knock rst?

-Mom, I didn't know you'd be

in a meeting.

-I told you not to call me

mom at work. Say hello

to Mister Nelson.

-Hello...

-Look, he got me these for

the car. Aren't they nice?

Hey, how are you getting

along at the wrinkle ranch?

-The wrinkle ranch, really?

-Oh well now son, let's...

Let's not get off on the wrong foot.

I want all the employees

here at Coup de Coeur to feel

like part of the family.

Can I go now?

Who are you?

-I'm Lake. I've been asked

to give you...

To help you clean up.

Are you ready for your

afternoon medication?

Here we go.

Oh,that's the way

it's going to be.

Okay then...

open up.

You can do this, come on.

Come on Mister Peabody, open up.

Fine...That's it. Very good.

Take the glass of water now.

I know...

Very good. Very good.

Boy, there are bed pans that

need to be sterilized.

Take your chariot

and come with me. Now!

-The clarion call

of Coup de Coeur.

Bed pans...

-I'll see you

around, M. Peabody.

See you where ever you are.

What kind of medication

is he on?

-It's none of your business.

-It must be pretty

strong, he seems...

-M. Peabody is

a very sick old man.

Are you giving him

psychotropic drugs?

-Where did you learn that word?

In the school yard?

Boy, you don't know what

you're talking about.

Hey!

Hey!

-You're new.

-Yeah.

What about you?

-I've been here a few months.

It's pretty disgusting.

Old geezers pissing all over

themselves.

-It doesn't bother me.

Let's be friends.

Sure.

And then she waved...

-Yeah, not bad.

-Well I think she's great.

-She's alright.

So tell me about the old men.

-I gave one a sponge bath.

-Was it gross?

-Not really.

Somebody has to do it.

-You're amazing.

You're always taking care of other people.

-What do you mean?

-I don't know, you're always

picking up after Marie and

you like giving old men sponge

baths.

-I didn't say I liked it.

You see what I mean?

You're such a saint.

-I'm not a saint.

Oh my God! That's blood.

-What?

-The blood of a saint.

-I'm not a saint.

-But you are.

-I'm the revolutionary

and you are the saint.

-What makes you think

you're so revolutionary?

You couldn't even

make your own list.

-Hey, are you okay?

-Oh, of course!

-Have you heard

the show tonight?

-Totally!

Oh,this is Lake.

Hi.

-What happened to you?

-Oh actually that's nothing.

That is just a little bit

of stigmata because Lake's

an actual saint.

-Ah, that's all.

-No really, he's like

an actual saint. Saint Lake.

-Desiree?

-Okay I've got to get back

to my band.

-Okay, see you later.

It was nice to meet you.

M. Peabody!

-M. Peabody!

-Come back! M. Peabody!

What is he doing?

-Oh he's done this before.

He says he needs

to get to the ocean.

He's totally delirious.

Tada!

-This is denitely

better than your Iast job.

-No kidding! Naomie Klein is doing

a signing here next week

and I am in charge

of setting it up.

-She's on your list?

-I cannot believe it.

-Are you going to ask Naomie

about the cover of No Logo?

-What about it?

-It's become so iconic, it's like a logo.

I wonder how

she feels about that.

-I don't know,

ask her yourself.

Desiree, I'd like

to show you something.

-Okay.

-Are you with a customer?

-No, actualIy, this gentleman

found everything that he was

looking for. So...

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