New York City Serenade Page #4

doing anything.

Get downstairs.

Get downstairs, you two.

Unbelievable. They were just

showing me around, you know, guys?

'Cause I just got back from Iraq.

I gotta tell you,

it's f***ing brutal over there.

Kick him in the balls, Bertrand.

- Whoo.

- You crashed the wrong party, dude.

Nobody's crashing any party, Daddy.

Come on.

Your ass is grass, boy.

Hey, Owen?

Owen?

(hip-hop music playing)

Hey, Owen?

Ray?

- Your ass is grass.

- Yeah, I know.

- I heard you the first time.

- You're about to get a beatdown.

You're gonna want to

relax there, husky.

Believe me, I understand

your being sore, okay?

I'm the last guy you want in a room

alone with your sister.

But hey, no harm, no foul.

Right, pal?

Let me just get my friends

and get out of here.

- I'm gonna f*** you up.

- Okay.

Okay, but one at a time here, boys.

I ain't Superman.

Ahhhhh!

Bertrand:
I see you with my sister

again, I'm gonna kick your ass!

Good friends of yours, huh?

I may have exaggerated

just a bit.

- (screaming continues)

- (Ray laughs)

(TV on low volume)

(answering machine beeps)

Male voice:

You have two new messages.

(beeps)

Lynne:

Hey, it's me. Are you there?

Uh, it's about, I don't know,

like, 3:
30.

I couldn't sleep so...

Are you still out?

You're probably asleep.

Okay, well, I just wanted

to say good night.

I love you, Owen.

- Bye.

- (machine beeps)

Male voice:

Two new messages.

- 9:
06 PM.

- (beeps)

Ray, it's Mary.

I got your message.

You know, you only disappoint your

daughter when you cancel plans.

What am I supposed to do, huh?

What do you expect me to do?

- I had a friggin' gig.

- What do you expect me

to tell your four-year-old?

"Daddy can't take you to the park

because he's hung over?"

I'm sick and tired of it, Ray...

- (beeps)

- Male voice:
2:28 AM.

- (beeps)

- Hey buddy, it's Matt.

Uh, it's pretty late.

It's, I don't know, late.

Listen:

My father died today

and l... I need you guys

to come out to Jersey tomorrow

to help me out.

My father was Orthodox

and they have this thing

where they have to be buried

within 24 hours

and I need six people to,

you know, carry the box...

Matt:
Minions. That's what

they call them... minions.

Whatever. I can get two guys

but I need four more guys.

So could you call me?

Bye.

- (beeps)

- (sighs)

- Sh*t.

- (phone rings)

- Hello?

- Owen:
Hey.

Hey.

- You get a message from Matt?

- Yeah, wow.

I know.

Anyway...

I guess we gotta go

out to Jersey tomorrow.

Yeah, I'll get Devon's car.

Why don't you call Russ and Terry?

How the hell am I supposed

to get out of work?

That's a good question.

I'll see you in the morning.

Yeah.

Hello, my name is Lois.

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