father of greek tragedy? anyone? okay, aeschylus it is. his trilogy? the oresteia. i mean this is beautiful, can anyone stop the seth machine? score. thank you. madmax from omaha we own you. and tragedy is closed out.
banal love songs it is. hey, you wanna try something?
just watch.
inhale the smoke and hold it.
not like. it is.
go.  go!
hold it.
see.  now, you see.
we act like we have all the answers and we're totally invincible like our parents seem and their parents before them and it's fucking bullshit --
for instance i know you jack-off thinking about caroline even though you're supposedly "in love" with vanessa. whatever the fuck that means? i mean, what is that convention, anyway? we're all these random collections of self-interest, and then we just decide that now we're two people walking along --
we live our lives by these unspoken rules that are handed to us.
what do we do? okay. fucked-up bowman's turning blue. doctor. we need a doctor.
he's a research doctor. you're dad's a doctor, too --
mapping the fucking pig genome. we'll call your dad, he's a neurosurgeon --
he's gonna fucking die right here on the kitchen floor --
nobody has anything on them, right?
you know my dad takes eight red cold pills every day? he and my mom have cocktail hour every night, from six to seven, set your clock, two bourbons --
yeah, then some dope to take the edge off at the end of a long day.
yes, mom --
drugs weren't even a problem until a hundred years ago when the white men in power declared them a problem. opiates. but, who was using 'em? chinese immigrants. slave labor. and the darkies up in the inner cities dancing to them evil rhythms of ju- ju music. people on the fringe. artists. decadent rich people. and who got scared? white men in power. who's scared today? white men in power. if j.p. morgan and john d. rockefeller ever admitted using, it'd be a whole different story.
911, and the come down.
two hundred of c, hundred of the other.
caroline, give me your money.
yeah, right.
we'd like room 205.
i love this place.
did courtney love play nancy in syd and nancy?
why? nobody's there.
i want to have sex and do a hit right as we're coming.
she's not at that place you sent her?
oh, man --
i tried to talk to her when she was up there, but they wouldn't put me through. i'm surprised she hasn't called.
i don't know what to say.
you won't say anything to my parents?
we sometimes went downtown to score.
the west end. we buy it off the streets. i can stop, you know, and she can't. two people, really similar, we can talk about anything, but for me it's like a weekend thing, then i get my shit together, and for her it's different --
hey man, i'm sorry. i'm just trying to help.
hey man, what are you doing?
i don't know, maybe we missed her.
hey man, back the fuck up. to this place. what's that shit? right now, all over this country, a hundred thousand white people from the suburbs are driving around downtown asking every black person they see, you got any drugs? you know where i can get drugs? what kind of effect you think this has on the psyche of a black person, on their possibilities? if you sent a hundred thousand black people into your neighborhood, indian hills, and they asked every white person they saw, hey, you got any drugs?, within a day, your friends and their kids would be selling. it's market forces, man. the product's marked up three hundred percent. you can go out on the street and make five hundred bucks in two hours and then do whatever you want for the rest of the day. you think white people would still be going to law school?
you're gonna get me killed.
great. what a good idea.
man, i'm telling you. don't do this vigilante thing. either the cops find her or she'll call you. i promise.
open the door. open the fucking door, man.
i know she's in there. let me talk to her.
i know she's in there.