Happy Endings Page #3

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I hate to tell you,

he's really kind of a p*ssy.

Who are you?

I'm a friend.

I'm like a mentor... guy.

He went to my high school

six years after me.

Do you want to find him?

Because I can tell you how...

on one condition...

which is...

you let me film the whole thing...

you finding your kid.

See, I need to get into AFI.

Do you know AFI?

AFI is American Film Institute.

So, they have scholarships.

Well, they have, like,

one scholarship a year...

so I need a killer film.

A documentary,

like you finding your kid.

I don't believe this.

OK, yeah.

We'd have to fake parts of it.

Sure, we would.

But the emotion would be true.

Your guilt and stuff...

that would be our selling point.

I am so glad

that you're not a dog.

I mean, you know,

even if the story is great...

people want to look at

good-Iooking people.

You know,

all things being equal.

So, huge relief

when I saw you, you know?

And I can make you look better.

That's lighting.

I don't need to see my son.

I was going to have

an abortion, in fact...

until someone talked me out it.

If you don't care, then why'd you keep

updating the adoption agency...

with your addresses?

There's four of them in the file.

He has the information.

He can contact me if he wants to.

He won't. He threw it away.

The whole file.

That's how I got it.

If it wasn't for me, you'd go

to your grave without ever seeing him.

You can keep that.

I have the original.

I needed to reshoot finding it

for the movie.

There's other stuff, too.

There's other stuff like this

that I can...

Anyway, just... say yes.

I mean, it's win-win here.

This is a human being

you're talking about.

Yeah! Who you gave away, OK?

I mean, come on,

don't... don't be like that.

Look, I know that this is

one of those big ideas...

but it's really just better

if you just say yes to the movie...

because otherwise, I have to

charge you 25K just for the info.

That's what they want

at AFI for a year.

OK, you tell me where my son is

or I'm going to the police.

In fact, no, I'm going to go

to the police anyway...

you miserable jackass!

And I'm gonna press

every charge they come up with.

How's that for a big idea?

F***.

F***!

God damn it! You know...

what I didn't figure

is that you wouldn't care.

Which you don't. You haven't

even asked me his first name.

I was gonna throw you that bone.

But you know what? F*** you!

No, no, no,

you can tell me his first name.

No, you blew it.

Wow, you look... different.

Well, yeah,

it was a long time ago, OK?

What'd you look like back then?

I don't... Forget it.

Listen, do you know

who the father is?

Because if you say no,

maybe this guy will go to him.

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