Desolation

Stop calling me that!

Monica!

My name is Monica!

It's not funny!

Why are you smiling?! Stop smiling!

For once in my life, I wanted to be happy.

[lighter clicks, fire whooshes, Monica screams]

[children chattering in distance]

-Wanna take one real quick? -Okay.

Yeah, that's good.

Oh, yes. Do you know who that is?

-No. -That's Jay Cutter.

He's an actor.

He's cute.

Please. I'd fuck him if he had AIDS.

I'm sure you would.

And he's doing a movie here.

Where?

I don't know. Who cares?

He's doing a movie, and we work here.

I feel like I would've read that somewhere

if they were doing a movie in Almyra.

Where?

The newspaper? You ever heard of that?

No, I ain't got no puppy. Anyway, I'm out of here.

Have fun. Love you.

Love you.

Come on. Damn it.

Hi.

Need some help?

I forgot my breakfast.

Ate your money? It does that.

Thank you very much.

It's why they keep me around.

I see you're very useful.

No! Stop it!

Where do you think you're gonna go?

No...

Please let me go!

- Shh! Just lean back. - Stop!

Oh, God, stop! No!

Rise and shine! Rise.

-Go away. -No, let's go.

It's another beautiful cold, gray day out.

Up and at 'em, sneaky girl. Let's go.

Why are you such a bitch?

You are going to work today.

Okay.

Hey.

He's been waiting for you.

What are you doing for lunch, Katie?

If you get bored, tell David here.

He'll have the PA take you home. This is yours.

Please stay as long as you like.

Just like what Mr. Cutter said, if you need anything,

I'll be taking care of you.

Be right over there.

To have Jay Cutter's life. God, what I would do.

Ugh, what I wouldn't do.

He's tall. For an actor. Like six-foot?

Yeah. Flat on his back.

Jeez. Broke da mold.

What?

That's what my mother would say.

-Oh, he broke da mold. -

[Jay and girl speaking indistinctly]

So do you cook? And is it good?

No, I don't. I don't cook.

No? Do you read?

-Let's sit over here. -Yeah.

-Really? Don't lie to me. -Mm-hmm.

Who's your favorite author? Sit there.

Uh... Bradley Spinellis?

Hmm. Not sure who that is.

Um... who's your favorite actor?

You have a good time?

Yeah.

Can tell.

I'm sorry, I did. Thank you.

You want to come in for a drink?

Oh, I see.

You see what?

You got a guy.

No.

Mm-hmm.

I don't.

Why, do you have someone?

No.

Congratulations.

Right back at you.

-Stop. -What am I doing?

This smiling has nothing to do with you, okay?

So you're telling me that you haven't thought about me once?

We're not.

Look... I get it.

You don't know me.

Ask me anything.

Anything you want.

Tell me about Hollywood. What's it like?

A grind.

It doesn't look that hard on TV.

I know.

You watch all these famous people shopping,

partying, you think, how hard can it be?

Then you're out there for five years.

10 years.

And you get desperate.

And you go mad.

And you'd do anything it takes to make it.

Because if you don't...

I'm sorry.

Maybe I just need to get out of here.

I feel trapped.

Mmm.

One second, Katie, I just want to pull up your notes, okay?

I gotta get this drive cleaned up.

This thing is so slow.

It's got a virus on it or something.

-Hmm. -Is my time up?

Um...

I thought you wanted to talk about the rape.

If that's what you want.

You little whore. I hate you.

I hate you, too.

Should I not have?

Don't be silly. So?

How was it?

Girl, you are killing me. Jesus.

Too bad he's leaving.

Yeah, it's too bad.

-What? -No, just too bad

he asked me to go to Los Angeles with him.

-Shut the fuck up. -Just for a few days.

I know. Right?

Just be careful.

I will.

Will you hit 5, please?

Jason. Welcome home.

How was, um...

-New York. -Right, right.

The part was fun. Easier than I thought.

Right. And this is?

Oh, I'm sorry, Katie, this is Father Bill O'Shea.

-Father, Katie. -Father, pleased to meet you.

Pleasure is all mine. Bill is fine.

They've been remodeling forever.

Always something new.

Sorry about that.

I don't care.

I'm in LA. It's a dream.

How long will you be staying?

Um... I'm not sure.

As long as I can keep her.

This is you.

- -After you.

Nice to meet you, Father.

I'm sure we'll see each other again.

Have a nice day.

How'd they decide the apartment numbers?

Got me.

What's your number?

They were supposed to put one on months ago.

I just stopped bugging.

Guess they're too busy making noise in the lobby.

It's a nice building, though.

Yeah, I got a great deal on it because of its history.

That's comforting.

Every old building in LA has a story.

A few high-profile suicides in the '60s,

murders in the '70s.

Never really recovered.

Lovely.

-Stop it. -

Don't do that.

What?

Grab me like that. I don't like it.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's nice to be seen.

This is Flirt.

Hi, Flirt. Hi.

That's weird.

What?

That vibration.

I think it's coming from the floor.

You feel that?

-Oh, you're right. -That's serious energy.

-Never noticed it before. -I wonder what it's from.

Come see where I want to spend all our time.

Jay, this is too much.

It's what I was talking to my agent about.

He had my publicist get them.

Yes, I have my own private army.

-This must have cost-- -Free.

All free swag.

Try this on. I want to see how it works.

Works for what?