Less Than Zero Page #5

Come in.

Hi.

I always wondered about

the glamorous life of a fashion model.

Well, now you know.

Oh, my neck

is killing me.

Will you rub my neck?

Yeah.

- I spoke with Julian.

- Yeah?

He doesn't want my help.

Oh, Julian is a mess.

He's out of control.

You saw him.

And you're not?

I can quit anytime.

It's all the control

I need.

I'm impressed.

Do you want to go out tonight?

We could go to some clubs.

No.

I'm taking off

right after Christmas.

Why?

Things didn't work out

the way I thought.

I thought you

were staying longer.

I was hoping we could

spend some time together.

Well, maybe next time.

Yeah, next time.

I'll call you

before I go.

- Will you?

- Yeah.

Okay, great.

Bye.

I miss you.

Where the hell

is everybody?

Robbie-nobb?

# Who's that girl cryin'? #

#I'll tell you

the reason she's blue #

#She's lost you...#

Julian!

Uncle Bob.

You're early.

This is a matter of great consequence

and potential global expansion.

I'll bet.

How much?

Please drive.

Very good stereo.

# Who's that girl cryin'? ##

Why don't you borrow it

from your father?

Come on. Dad lacks

a certain amount of imagination.

Nightclubs?

This is not

just any nightclub.

This is the infamous

Panic Club.

The ex-owner is now into conceptual

art-- another good money move--

but what he's done thusly

is left behind a gold mine.

I'm talking Panic addicts--

kids who want fake fashion,

loud music every weekend religiously.

I want to provide it for them,

at a reasonable fee, of course.

Of course, but I am not

into investing into clubs.

I know,

but it is a sure thing.

It's low overhead.

There's high volume.

It's the most strictly controlled

all-money business.

It's not just

investing in a club.

You're investing

in a blood relative.

- 15 grand?

- I'm the son you never had.

I got two sons.

I can't afford any more.

But they're not like me.

So don't make me beg.

- Okay, where is the place? Let's look.

- Cool.

- You wanna bum?

- Please.

My office.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Hi, honey.

I brought you a present.

Wait a minute.

I'll be right out.

No, I gotta go.

You sure?

Cindy'll order out.

Sorry, I can't.

Anything I can do for you?

No, I'm fine.

Merry Christmas.

I'll see you Monday.

Merry Christmas.

I left your present

on the table.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Hi, Blair.

You look great.

Thanks.

Listen. If I don't see you,

merry Christmas.

Oh, you, too.

OK.

Cindy.

I didn't expect

to see you here.

Changed my mind.

I'm glad.

#I wanna jump

but I'm afraid I'll fall #

#I wanna holler

but the joint's too small #

# Young man rhythm's

got a hold on me, too #

#I got the rockin' pneumonia

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