New Year's Eve Page #4

- Just talk to him.

Because it's New Year's Eve,

you want another shot at it?

You walked out on me, Daniel.

I think that says it all.

I didn't even get to make you

one dinner in that apartment.

You walked out before I unpacked

the first bag of groceries.

Celebrities. They're just like us.

Mr. Cox? ls there a reason

you asked me to work today?

- It's your job.

- Of course.

It's just that it's New Year's Eve...

...and I thought maybe you wanted

to give me my end-of-year bonus.

- Seeing that it's the end of the year.

- Oh.

Right. Almost slipped my mind. Mm.

- Glad to remind you, sir.

- Well, unfortunately...

...it has been a tough year

for Ahern Records.

I don't have to tell you.

Music piracy, blah, blah, blah.

Have I got your name right?

Yes, it's just that I wanted to use

my bonus to book a trip.

Well, that might get you to Staten Island.

Maybe next year.

It's just that I already booked

my two weeks' vacation time.

Two weeks? Did I sign off?

You don't need to, sir.

It goes through Human Resources.

No, it goes through me. And I can't do

without you for two weeks.

You can have one week.

Well, then...

...I'll take two weeks...

...and my stapler.

I quit.

You can't quit, it's Grammy season!

L...

I almost died today, sir.

No, no. You look fine.

Can you get me a coffee?

Don't forget the sugar!

Come on, three stars! I need three stars!

Jonathan Cox's office. Please hold.

- Look out!

- Oh, God. No, don't

I have hated him for leaving me like that.

- No, don't do the egg.

- Then he just shows up...

...on the biggest night of my career!

What kind of karma is that? Huh?

What, that you made love with Jensen...

...or that you're catering

the biggest party in the city?

Because all I'm hearing is good.

- Can I do one?

- Yeah.

- The expensive eggs?

- They feel good.

Oh.

Oh, that was so sissy.

I'm delicate girl.

Dr. Trokin to Radiation Therapy.

Dr. Trokin to Radiation Therapy.

- Hey, doc.

- Yes, Mr. Harris.

I haven't asked you for anything, have I?

No. No, you haven't.

No chemo...

...no radiation, nothing that could

give you an extra couple of months.

So then you owe me one.

Sure, Mr. Harris. What do you need?

Did I tell you why I picked this hospital?

Because of the quality of the doctors?

The roof has a great view of the New

Year's Eve ball drop in Times Square.

I heard you say

I was living on borrowed time.

I don't recall telling you that.

I heard you tell the nurses.

I'm dying, I'm not deaf.

Well, you've certainly surprised us,

Mr. Harris.

But be honest, there really isn't anyone

we can notify? No one at all?

The only people who ever cared about me,

I pissed off long ago. There's no one.

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