Those People Page #3

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plan.

You know,

scale the prison walls.

Uh, he's on suicide watch.

[scoffs]

I'm sorry.

I don't want

to talk about it.

Where's Carmen?

She's gone.

I had to um...

[sighs]

There's no money, so...

[sniffles]

I'm sorry, I know

that's gauche to talk about,

but it's uh,

they've taken it all back.

Sebastian, we need

to get you outta here.

No, I can't

leave this apartment.

[cries]

[sighs]

Charlie, please.

It's only good

when you're here.

[sighs]

?

(Sebastian) I can't get it.

(Charlie) Are you sure

you know what you're doing?

[grunts]

Okay.

[shrieks]

[laughs]

Oh...!

[shrieks]

No!

Oh my God!

[laughs]

[sighs]

Hey, stainless steel wipes?

My mom said

they were essential.

What is this?

Don't touch it.

-It's called Sebastian.

-Hmm.

I was gonna

show it to you later...

but okay.

Well, I think you captured

my beauty quite well.

I painted you as

a traditional odalisque.

Mm-hmm.

But by taking the traditionally

male gendered viewer's gaze...

-Mm-hm.

-and setting it

upon a male subject,

I'm essentially

-queering the viewer's eye.

-Queering the viewer's eye.

I know.

You've been saying that

since before you

came out of the closet.

[clears throat] I swear to God,

you came out of the womb

with a master's in queer theory.

What's that Joubert quote?

[clears throat]

"When my friends are one-eyed,

I look at their profile."

[sighs]

Thank God you only

look at my profile, Charles.

[laughs half-heartedly]

Glass of Pilot Noir

for table three.

[sighs]

It is way too early

to look at something

that depressing.

No, your tips were actually

extra great this week.

Maybe I should get

real person job like London.

Vogue

is a real person job, Urs,

even if it is only part-time.

[chuckles]

Hey,

look who's paying rent

on time this month.

Alright, up top.

I'm gonna walk away.

(Ursula)

You still buy newspapers?

(London)

It's a two-page expos.

(Ursula)

And?

And I didn't get the job.

I thought the final

interview was a formality.

(Charlie)

Hey.

(London)

Yeah, so did I.

Okay, so maybe Thatcher

wasn't a good fit for you.

(London)

No.

I didn't get the job

because of this picture,

because of Sebastian.

Shh-shh-shh-shh

shh-shh-shh-shh.

Please, please.

No one our age can get a job.

You think you're special?

What picture?

[door slams]

But didn't they already know

you were working at Blackworth?

Yes, they did.

They just didn't know that

I was, how did they put it,

fraternizing with

the heir-apparent

to the most hated

man in New York.

You know, I think I need a break

from all of us for a while.

London, no, come on.

We can just use

the back entrance

of Sebastian's building

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