Good Girls Revolt

Fuckers.

This morning it felt like

someone took a shovel to the back of my head.

- Oh, it's terrible. - Great party.

I'm glad you had fun.

Did I leave my jacket?

- I didn't see one. - It was 30 degrees last night.

You went home without your jacket?

I was lit.

Well, I think you were scared of shirtless Gabe.

Hey.

Miss Robinson.

Heard you threw a party last night.

It was just a small thing.

I don't think you would have enjoyed it.

Mm. Judging by the damage to some of my employees,

I'd have to agree.

All right, not a trick question.

Tell me what was playing on the hi-fi.

Rascals, Stones, Creedence.

No jazz.

How do you party to jazz?

Oh, sometimes you break my heart.

Good morning.

Hi.

How are you feeling this morning?

I'm feeling pretty darn wonderful.

'Cause I just came in with Ned.

Oh, yeah, we... we decided to walk in separately.

Oh, that game. Yeah, I know that game.

Patti, I woke up this morning,

and Ned was still asleep,

but his arm was wrapped around me.

I just felt so protected.

And... and so happy.

- Really? - Yeah.

This is my story, Patti.

Lenny was just someone that I knew on my way to Ned.

I mean, I... you know, I still have to talk to Lenny,

and then pick up my clothes and everything,

but I will do that. I will.

And thank God I left this sweater here.

Good morning.

Morning back at ya.

I just got in an hour ago and saw your notes,

so this is everything that I could pull on Dan Kucera.

He paints on LSD. Did you know that?

No, but after this last hour,

I've become very familiar.

What's the verdict?

Personally, I think his work is undisciplined,

but I can see that's why some people appreciate it.

Keep talkin'.

Well, he won't play by the rules,

but that won't endure.

Rebellion for rebellion's sake, to me, is a gimmick.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want to read any art critics.

- You don't want context? - No.

Art is personal. It's emotional.

I don't need some ass telling me what to feel.

I'll feel it when I see the paintings.

I see a review as a different angle on something.

And there's value in that.

Yes, there is.

Yes, there is.

Seems like you often bring a different angle, Jane.

I think we should call it "The Jangle."

Groovy.

Hey.

You look chipper.

I am.

You know, I don't get the big deal with marijuana.

I didn't feel anything.

Where's Sam?

In Albany with Gabe.

What are you doing with Gregory?

He's writing a story on an artist

who paints well on LSD, and I'm helping him.

Oh, I have an idea.

Why don't you dose and join our lawsuit?

- No, thank you. - Why not, Jane?

Because I think your filing, or whatever it is,

is rude, not to mention unnecessary.

Last night you said you were a career girl.

I am. One who works hard,

plays by the rules and advances on merit.

You cannot advance here.

You can't write.

Are you sure?

Because I think I can.

And I don't bite the hand that feeds me, Patti.

Patti. It's Doug.

You leave my party early,

and now you're late to work, lay about.

I'm not coming in today.

Why?

I got jumped last night.

What? Are you okay?

I'm... I'm fine. I just...

What happened? Where were you?

I just... I got mugged, all right?

So just come to my place.

He was mugged after the party.

Oh, my God, is he okay?

- Who was mugged? - Doug.

After Patti's party.

Are you kidding?

I can't believe they didn't take any money.

Ow.

- Oh, sorry. - That's okay.

Thanks.

Of course.

They didn't even take your watch.

No. They didn't take anything.

They couldn't.

I mean, they could, but they'd be stupid if they did.

I think they were cops.

What?

Why would the cops jump you?

Because I wrote a favorable piece on the Panthers.

After that detective in Brooklyn was killed by them.

Okay, if I said something like that,

you'd say I had an ax to grind with the police.

You do.

But I... I think I really pissed off two of them from the 64th.

When they were kicking my ass, one of them said,

"Remember who's side you're on."

To play devil's advocate,

a lot of white guys might say...

One of them twisted my arm and held it behind my back.

It's a rear wrist lock.

It's only military or police.

Look...

Finn wants me to follow up on graffiti.

I'm pretty sure this is a hardware store

where Novo-22 buys her spray paints.

Go see if you can get a name.

Okay. You're gonna stay here and rest?

No.

I'm going to the police station.

Hi.

Hi.

You know, it's funny the last few weeks

whenever I've come in here,

it felt like I was doing something naughty.

You know, but now it just...

feels right, you know?

Uh-huh.

What's that?

Well, at the moment, it's crap.

It's supposed to be Finn's

"What's Next for the Space Program" cover.

Oh, you will get it, Ned.

Oh, my God, did you hear about Doug?

He got mugged last night.

Is he okay?

Well, he's at home.

Um, Patti went over to help him.

Wow. I was supposed to take his photo today.

We're submitting his Panther article for a Polk Award.

You know, if you ever got beaten up,

I would come over to your house,

and make sure you were okay.

Yeah, I hope to never get mugged.

Well, you can hope, but it does happen every day.

And if it did, I would bandage you up,

and cook your favorite food,

and... What is your favorite food?

Uh, I don't know.

Oh, come on. You must have something you like.

I like pork chops.

Pork chops.

I love pork chops.

I'm gonna tell you the same thing I tell the police.

I don't know names, I don't know addresses.

What do you tell people who aren't the police, like me?

Usually, even less.

Who are you?

I'm Patti Robinson, I work at "News of the Week."

Nobody's gonna get in trouble.

Anybody get free advertising?

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

Then I'm sorry I can't help ya.

Do you sell duct tape?

Is this supposed to change my mind?

You buying 89 cents worth of tape?

No. It is meant to fix the seat in my car

where I am gonna be living,

because I can't bring home a damn story

about a girl spray painting buildings.

Either that or driving back to

my parent's house in Bayonne.

Thanks.

You expect me to believe you're gonna get fired

if you don't talk to her?

A few weeks ago, my boss threw a typewriter through a glass window.

He's a mean son of a bitch.

Not your problem.

Thank you.