Take Me Home

Ain't we been tense

piano strings?

Are we ever struck

by anything?

Ain't we been moved

wayward teeth?

How long you been drifting?

But don't we burn

rising heat?

Or are you only

blowing smoke?

Off our tongues

we roll lies

Hey, didn't I tell you?

Didn't I tell you so?

Everything is under control

Come on, I told you

About everything

under control

Like a wild moan

Like a wild moan

Come on, I told you

- Ah!

- About everything

Under control

Like a wild moan

Actually, sir, if you could just take

a look now, I'd really appreciate it.

There's this issue with my landlord.

He's kind of on my back.

So if you could just,

please, please...

Thank you.

Not bad. Nice work. Good job.

Thanks for coming in.

- That's it?

- You got no studio work.

All we do is studio work.

Food, fashion, celebrity portraits...

- I got celebs.

- Who?

Uh, I actually just shot

Frank Stallone for this...

- He's the brother of...

- I know who he is.

It's out of order.

Look, we sell sex.

You got no sex in there.

See that? We shot that.

I'd have sex with that.

You are a photo journalist.

You take pretty pictures of trees

and buildings and homeless people.

- Stick with that.

- If you could just, um...

I, I don't have studio work

because I can't afford it.

I can't afford it because I don't have

jobs that, um, pay like studio work.

See? So, I, I really feel like

I could be great at this.

I just... I...

I need someone to take a chance.

Good luck with that.

- Oh, I love it. - It's kind of

that Sinatraesque jazz music.

And it's not a scene.

It's not like...

We could do our work there.

We could talk about business.

- We could...

- Oh, definitely.

Oh, hey, hon.

Uh, this is my...

Uh, Candy.

Right.

This is Candy.

You're not at work.

I'm not at work.

I am right here.

Candy, could you excuse us?

Yeah.

Sure.

Oh, you mean...

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Now, before you get all in

a huff, just hear me out, okay?

Candy is the new

manager's assistant.

While Don's in Anaheim,

I'm getting her acclimated.

- To our home? - Yeah. We were

in the neighborhood, okay?

- And I left my laptop.

- Oh, Eric.

- What? Claire!

- Don't power-lunch me, Eric.

- Then what do you want to hear?

- The truth.

- The truth?

- That you'd rather spend time,

filing things in Candy's drawers

than home with your wife.

You work just as much

as I do, okay? So...

It's like a side project,

isn't it, Eric?

- Oh, no. Not now. Not the big-picture

speech. - Working on us.

It's like the bedroom walls we

never get around to repainting.

I mean,

what are we doing here?

Can I say something?

I actually really like the

paint in the bedroom.

Evicted.

I can't believe this.

I truly find this unbelievable.

Did you ask me

if I had the rent?

No. Instead you chuck all my

stuff out into the hallway.

- Do you have the rent?

- That's not the point, Dave.

Okay, you know what?

I'm working tonight,

- and I will bring the check in the morning.

- You don't work, Thomas.

You are a fake cabdriver who drive

people around in a fake taxicab!

That's on the side. Okay. You know what?

I wasn't gonna tell you this.

- I got a job today.

- A real job?

Yes, a real job.

And it's a big, fat paycheck.

So why don't you help me pick all this crap

up and put it right back into that room?

Please.

Dave.

Sorry, Thom.

I can't carry you anymore!

- Dave. Dave.

- No! No!

- You gotta listen. Please.

- No, I can't do that.

Don't do this to me.

Dave? Dave!

Okay, bye.

Suzanne?

Um, did you send

out the mailing list?

- That's it there.

- Great.

Great.

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