Twogether Page #3

What do you think, it's

a question of just turning

a switch on or off?

Well, maybe not...

But I know this...

Nothing is going to happen

unless you put yourself

in front of a canvass

and dare yourself!

[sighs]

Not to leave with one of the

female volunteers.

Bravo!

How perceptive!

How astute!

How obnoxious!

You know, there oughtta be

a law against

people like you

being involved with artists.

You're just another form

of pollution, man.

Carelessly, recklessly,

f***ing things up!

[radio announcer]

A Sig Alert has been

announced on the Hollywood

Freeway coming through

the Cahuenga pass.

The one and two lanes

are closed and the

coroner's on the scene.

[John narrating]

I tried to avoid going east

of Lincoln as much

as I could.

In fact, I knew people who

refused to ever go that far

away from the beach,

that far inland.

[radio announcer]

A pilot of a light plane,

his companion and

two small children

were all found

dead earlier today.

[John narrating]

Paul was a friend.

Three bodies have been

found in a creek near San

Bernardino.

[John]

There was one thing that

was clear to each of us...

Paulo Mann saying goodbye

until tomorrow, 6 a.m.

And remember, only you can

prevent death

and destruction.

So beware, take care,

and God bless.

[John]

...That we would always

be there when we

needed each other.

[John]:
You're the good guy.

[Paul]:
And you're the hero.

Listen, uh...

We're splitting the

expense for the divorce.

Hey!

What's she like?!

Your wife!

Oh, Allison?

I don't know, I...

Hot?

- Yeah.

I was immediately attracted

to her immediate availability.

And she, yours, I'm sure.

But of course...

- Ah, well...

You always were an easy

lay.

Well, you know, I try.

Anyway, I told her

that I'd pay her back

half the money for Las

Vegas and the hotel...

Generous!

Well, it's only fair.

And you're totally

broke again.

Still.

That f***ing Mark won't

deal with me honestly

about what's selling,

I mean...

He's so carried away with

this control trip that he's

on...

How much?

What?

Do you need?

Five or six thousand.

Oh....

I-- But I could hold

things off for less...

Yeah, that's the good news.

Can you do it, Paul?

Can you help me out again?

Yeah, a little bit.

Hey!

You're lucky that I'm

a working schmuck!

[John narrating]

Working schmuck.

That's the way Paul

always described himself.

It was his destiny,

he used to say.

Something he inherited from

a long blue collar tradition

that produced them.

He got paid for working

at throwing people

what they really did

need to know.

Somehow, he lived a little

more freely through his

association with me.

He always told me,

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