Mojave Moon

Ever get so bored with your life you're afraid

you're gonna do something stupid?

But then you're afraid you're so far gone

you can't even think of something stupid to do anymore.

Well last year when my wife and I split up

I decided to leave New York.

Thought I'll go to Seattle.

Then I remember. Seattle has even more

serial killers than Long Island.

Add that to the big coffee house scene,

you got a town filled with psychopaths, who are always awake.

Six months in L.A. and I'm thinking,

maybe coming here was stupid.

Then a thing happened...

Then I found out, sometimes...

stupid... is good.

Can I have a box?

What's new in the world, Terry?

Mr. Hollywood!

- Hey Al.

- Thanks Ali.

- What are you up to?

- Nothin' but planing my future.

I don't think we're getting any air conditioning.

I think the duct is closed.

- Can you feel it?

- I don't know.

- Maybe there's something stuck in there.

- So could you still get a deal out of Lincoln?

Yeah, anytime you're ready.

- How about mine?

- What's wrong with it?

What do you mean?

- Beautiful vehicle.

- It's brand new.

I think I'll pass.

It's still under warranty.

Al, forget it. I want a new car.

I don't want your car.

- So it's got only 6,500 miles on it. 25 and it's yours!

- Jesus Christ!

Yo!

Hey, Sal! How'd you doing?

Sucks!

You know who ruined my career?

- Victor Mature?

- That's who he looks like, Victor Mature!

Pacino!

Getting all my work!

Well, look at that!

I'm in love.

- Borderline jail bait.

- Worth the risk!

Possibly!

Hi, honey. You're ready to order?

Yeah.

- Turkey sandwich.

- You want that on white, sourdough, or rye?

- This.

- Sourdough.

Very good.

- Something to drink?

- No, it's fine. Thanks.

Me?

Him?

Al, over there!

Me?

Excuse me.

- Do I know you?

- No.

- Should I sit down?

- Sure.

He knows her.

Yes Sal, they're old friends!

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Anything else?

- No, this is great.

Enjoy!

I see you ordered the turkey sandwich?

- You like turkey?

- Yep.

- My name is Al McCoy.

- Eleanor Rigby.

- My... my mom named me after that Beatles song...

- Right.

- "Eleanor Rigby"?

- I'm familiar with that.

- You live here?

- Yes, I live around Rossmore.

- I bet you're rich.

- I'm doing OK.

- You're in show business, right?

- Only if you call selling cars show business.

You're married?

- Divorced.

- Yeah?

- Yep.

- Really. That's great.

- It is?

- Yes.

- You're married?

- Me? Don't be crazy!

Ouch!

Let me see...

What?

Oh!

- What do you see?

- Nice hands!

I thought maybe you're gonna

read my palm!

- I bet you have a great place.

- It's pretty nice.

- Do you wanna see it?

- Yes.

Can you believe it, Terry?

Come on!

I'll be... be back later.

Yeah. Let's go.

- Nice building!

- Yeah.

Ah, this is it.

Well, here we are.

So... can I get you something?

I like this place.

- Where are you from, Ellie?

- I have to see the bedroom!

The bed's not made.

Water bed?

It's a... just a regular bed.

Hmm... don't!

- Don't be mad.

- What for? Why should I be mad?

I really like you... a lot. But don't expect

too much. It's just the way I am.

- I wasn't expecting anything.

- Yeah, right.

- How old are you?

- 53.

How old are you?

Don't you know you don't ask

a lady her age?

I was just being curious.

You hate my hair, right?

No. Why do you think that?

You're lying?

- Is that what you think?

- Um...Umm.

- You felt you.

- So do you.

- Don't.

- Right.

What are we doing?

Listen, something I gotta do.

I got a problem.

- What's wrong?

- It's my mom.

I got to get to Mojave, I don't have

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