Black Rabbit

Good mornin'

can you shake off your skin?

I was strugglin' to tell you where I have been

'cause I've been runnin' around makin' a mess of myself.

I know how you feel about that

you told me once when I showed you that

but I am tryin' my best to get it on…

Rox, it's me again.

I know you're upset about Jules, but I can explain, I promise.

Mel's fine.

I'm gonna go see her right now.

Please, call me back.

- Hey. - Hey.

- One oat-milk flat white. - Thank you.

Melbourne sayin' fuck that bitch morning!

You were in New York gettin' shit on

and they were down in Melbourne sayin'

- whoo! - You should not be doin' that…

- Peekaboo! Hey. Hey. - Hey.

Beautiful day for a beautiful lady?

Good for you. I'm Vince.

- Nice to meet you. - Hey.

Good morning, sunshine.

"Good morning, sunshine" to you, you fuckin' asshole.

Have you seen page six? I sent you a link.

Yeah?

Well, first of all,

fuckin' chill out, okay?

- Just take a little breath. - Chill out?

It's a gorgeous day.

What is that? What are you doing? Where are you?

- Are you dying? - It's called the outdoors.

I'm on a run. You ought to try it,

unless you think it's gonna hurt your man boobs.

Very funny.

- Open the link. - Doin' it. Just…

Granddad's having a tough time gettin' it bigger.

Hold on. There it is. Okay.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Black rabbit. Hip downtown hang." Thank you, page six. Very nice.

Christ, you sound awful.

"Paramedics called for after-party."

"It goes bad for the bunny." Boy.

I'm not gonna put that on a poster,

but it's not the end of the world. What's wrong with that?

It's fucking bad, vin.

It's really fucking bad.

So next time I call you, pick up the fucking phone.

All right, and you snort a midol. I'll see you in a minute.

Asshole.

Fucking lookin' at it.

This is the worst hangover of my entire life,

and I did a double weekend at Coachella.

Here.

You need to take it easy.

- Thank you. - You need to hydrate.

- Well, I'm pounding water. - Good.

Don't worry.

I am worried.

It was scary.

You're such a good guy.

- You want anything? A beer? - What?

I have a peroni of yours in the fridge.

It's 10:00 A.M.

No, I'm good.

- Listen... - look…

If… if you need to fire me,

I get it. I was so dumb.

I'm not firing you.

I have to fire Tony.

- Tony? - Yeah.

- No. - I have to.

My god. No. He's super tight with his stuff.

No. It was that guy with Jules.

All right, what guy?

That guy…

Janitor-looking guy. …

Doorman vibes.

- Matt? - Yeah.

Vince's friend Matt?

My god.

- It's… it's, like, the 20th time. - Who is it?

That reporter who did that thing for roxie fornew York mag.

She's been stalking me.

About last night or…

Well, last week, she wanted anecdotes about roxie,

and she must've heard the news

because she will not leave me alone this morning.

Did you talk to her?

Of course not.

And if she tried, I'd be like, "bitch, no comment."

Steer clear of that.

I gotta go.

You can't hang?

Text me

if you need anything.

I want status reports.

Okay, dad.

I'll just be here contemplating my life choices.

Taking inventory.

Take care.

I'm not going on the record.

I'm not asking you to be a source.

We're just two people talking.

Were you surprised there was an od last night at the rabbit?

I didn't know that.

There's a fentanyl crisis in america. I'm sure you've heard.

So you aren't in touch with the staff over there?

Not really.

But you left on good terms?

Why did you leave?

- I told you I don't wanna talk... - i know. You don't wanna talk.

I think when you have a lot of money and drugs in a private playhouse,

bad shit will happen.

I think something happened to you.

I saw your post.

I'm not… I'm not reading tea leaves.

And from my experience as a reporter…

If something happened to you, it's probably happened to others.

I thought you said that it was contained.

Who… who is she with?

What the fuck?!

I… I got a day-glo stigmata across my fuckin' chest.

You want my advice?

My retainer indicates that you do.

Get out of town.

Take your wife. Take your plane.

Try the Faroe Islands.

Get out of sight for a while.

No more messes.

Chill out.

Fuck. This sucks.

Gentlemen.

Vinnie here. … I got good news. I got bad news.

The bad news is

that our little cat-and-mouse, will-they-won't-they routine

sadly is over.

It's not you. It's me.

'Cause the good news is I got your money.

Every last cent.

So you tell me where I can drop it,

and I can tell you to fuck off forever.

Bye now.

Hi.

- How you doin'? - Hello.

You do yoga?

Very cool.

What's next? The ashram with mom?

Did aunt val tell you where I live?

She did, but she did not tell me you live in the… in thephysical graffitibuilding.

- Come on. Led zeppelin? Your building? - Yeah, I know.

You got that. All right. Hey.

I got you a cappuccino and a deadbolt.

I have two.

Yeah, but this… this is high-grade steel.

Mr. Clem at ace said that this is virtually burglary-proof,

and there is vicious scum roaming the streets.

You know, like tweaker lunatics. You gotta stay safe.

Are you worried about the overdose? 'Cause I don't do drugs.

No, I know, and where do I get off telling you not to do drugs? I get it.

- And weed is different. - Yes, agreed. Weed's different.

You know what the… the great part about having an addict for a father is?

It really takes the sexiness out of drug use.

Former.

Former addict.

Yeah, well,

really puts a kid off coke.

Okay, well, in that case, I'm glad I did something right as a parent.

Got someone who can install this? I can...

I'm good.

Okay, last thing, sorry. Have you ever been to a mets game?

- What is that, basketball? - It… oof, that hurts.

I'm a Yankees fan. I don't know what to tell you.

Now, that's cruel.

Next weekend,

you, me, and your new favorite team, the metropolitans.

Give it some thought, please?

I mean, I'll have to check my yoga schedule.

Okay, good.

- Thanks for the cappuccino. - Yep, you got it.

And the padlock. It's a good one.

You hungry?

Hey.

Sorry.

I…

I was at my lawyer's.

You okay?

Are you okay? That was quite a night.

- Jesus. - Yeah.

Fuck, what a mess.

I mean… -how's Mel?

Miraculously, pretty unscathed.

Yeah, beauty of youth. Me, on the other hand…

I can only imagine.

A lot of dumb decisions that night.

Yeah?

Yeah. I… I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. …

It won't happen again.

Okay.

Yeah, I think I'm just…