Character: Horse Bodzek. Page 1

Hey, Tanisha?
Bocek? I was thinking about what you said.
- Stop doing that. It is not necessary to think over my words.
I love Karen, but does it complement me?
- Tanisha, no one, not supplements - it does not happen! If you are lucky you will find someone that will be able to endure, clung to him and would not let go!
So, I just let it go?
- Yes, exactly, just go with it! Otherwise you'll grow old, get fat, and you'll feel even more lonely. And you will do everything possible to fill that hole with friends, career, meaningless sex... But it will not help you. And one day you'll look around and realize that everybody loves you but nobody likes you. And you feel the loneliest in the world.

- After the "Show Horse Bojaca" for a long time I fell into a depression. Wrote a bunch of hit films, has earned a ton of money, but the happiness it brought me no. When I was handed the Oscar, I was standing on the stage looked at him and thought "and this is the happiest day of my life?" I felt like I was never unhappy.
- Because he was sober?
Because Oscar doesn't mean anything. Everything is meaningless. I've spent my life helping others. Made his home throwing a halfway house for drug addicts. I had a system of rehabilitation, I helped many, but they are still more storchai, and it's making me hollow.
All for you was very worried. You can't just disappear! You're too hurt.
- Sometimes you need to take responsibility for their happiness.
- Isn't that selfish?
I don't know what to tell you. For the first time in my life I'm happy and I'm not going to be ashamed of. It takes a long time to understand what you miserable and even more to understand that you don't have to be. Just throwing everything you can start to search for the way to happiness.

- Before you leave you always said that L. A.* this asphalt swamp.
- Oh, God! I have so much crap talked in his youth, thought it was so clever.
- Now you more so don't you think?
- Do I think L. A. asphalt swamp? No. No, you're an asphalt swamp.
- I?
- Well, not you yourself. Just say, no matter where you are matter who you are. And neither California nor Maine, nor new Mexico will change that. You know? You can't run away from yourself.

Hey, Bocek.
- Good to see you, Charlie. Sorry I'm late. Tube.
- Do not worry.
- Stood in the Parking lot for cripples, nothing to worry about?
- You're parked....
- Sorry. For people with disabilities. Such a term better?
- Can you move the car?
- No, I shouldn't be driving. Just now, I drunk-ass drunk.
- I want to say, are you drunk right now?
Is it me or interview is cool? Well cool, isn't it?
- D-Yes. So, how do you think the secret of success of this show?
- You know, Charlie, it is now fashionable my show shit to throw, but that's what I say... But "shit" you can talk?
- Not worth it.
- I think for a sitcom* love this show. Not the top drama, but you know, for many people life is a big kick in the balls. And now you're coming home, you all day in the balls kicked, and you just want to watch a show about good people who love each other. And what would the show did not happen, at the end of the series to resolve all necessarily for the better. After all, in real life... did I mention the kick in the balls?
- Talk about real life. What have you done since the show closed 18 years ago?
- Great question, Charlie! I... I... I... Um....

- I'm sorry I accused you of murder, American TV legend Henry Winkler.
- Don't apologize. You attributed the death of herb the secret, to give it meaning. But death makes no sense - why she's so scary.
- It was much easier to believe that you killed him for a book than to think that he died just like that.
To die just so not ashamed. So dies the majority of people.
I just wanted to fix it. Somehow.
- Sorry, horsey, it's impossible.

- D*RMO what. You're all d*RMO! And why I even came to this party?
- It's not a party, and a funeral herb.
Herb died?!

- Look, long ago we were all in the same room?
- Probably only in the end of the show.
- Yes! And I immediately went to California. Now I have the biggest sad shop in Seattle. Lying, in fact, in the Olympia.
- I at theatre West end play Juliet... Tina nurse.
- How are your kids?
- I don't.
Oh, and I thought their whole brood, you have a body like that...
- Come on, Sarah Lynn...
- I assumed you ceased to be a rare p**doy.
- Jesus, Joel!!!
In England this is an acceptable expression!
- Put it in the f*PU with a spoon of sugar, Super-Callie-Fragi-bitch!
- Hey, stop it!
Let me out! I'll break it!

- What do you want, mom?
- Look, someone decided to pick up the phone!
- You need more of my blood?
I don't need blood! I read your book, Bocek.
- Oh...
- What kind of narcissist thinks that someone will buy a book about him! You know my opinion about Anne Frank!
It was a diary...
- Read the Chapter myself. What I told you. You must think I'm a monster...
- Mom...
I don't want to argue, Bocek. Just wanted to say that I know that you want to be happy. But you never will be. And I'm sorry.
What?
- You're not alone. Your father... at least You honestly admitted in his inner ugliness. You were born broken. It is your right by birth. And now you can fill your life with projects, books and movies, and her friends, but nothing will make you whole. You're A Horse Bodzek. There is no cure.

- Remember our last meeting? You asked, do I think you have a good?
- Do I remember? Yeah, that's vague.
- You took me by surprise. I didn't know what to say.
- So, you think I'm good? In the depths of the soul?
That's the point. I do not believe that the soul has depth. I think you're just what you're doing.
- As-that is sad. It is worth noting, I think your books are changing the world.
Thank you.
- I really wanted you to like me, Diane.
- I know.

- Do you really believe that W**nu, what did you say? I'm smart, talented and all that?
Bocek, I'm an agent. I believe in all what they say.

Immediately snap out of it! Yeah, you're out of sorts, but you'll be fine, because you're talented, smart, and a damn good one! You're a fucking American treasure, you Horse Bodzek. And now with***al off my lawn!
Oh, I thought I pulled up to the diner. How much did I drink last night?
Yesterday? Yes, you two weeks of thumps after he found out that Diana is engaged to Mr. Podhola.
- Diana was engaged with Mr. Podhola?! You need to drink.

Does anybody have a serious question to the audience? Question or a gun so I can shoot?
- Yes, I have a question.
- Thank God!
- The question to Diana. I'm sorry for what I said. Will publish your book. It is understandable that you write better than me and I don't care what the world thinks of me. I was disgusted by this book, because I hate that you see me like this. You know me better than anyone. And if you think so... I guess the question is - do you think for me it's too late?
What?
I am doomed to be what it is? Well, like in this book? Well, it's not too late, Yes, but it's not too late? Diana, tell me it's not too late!
Bocek...
- Ska-tell me I'm good! No, well, I am selfish and self-destructive, but still, somewhere deep I'm good. Please tell me this, Diane! Please Diana, tell me I'm good!

You know, we grains of sand in the universe. No matter who you were in the past, who will in the future. The important thing is who you are now.

Maybe some military heroes, but not all. Many military - morons. Many people themselves are morons. And if you give a moron a gun and permission to kill people, that doesn't make moron character.