1:01:05
I'm just scared.
1:01:09
It's gone. I can't make-believe anymore.
1:01:15
Sometimes, I think our entire lives
are make-believe.
1:01:20
This is make-believe.
1:01:23
The air I breathe is make-believe.
1:01:27
Just make believe you're happy, Johnny.
Please, for the kids.
1:01:34
"Now is the winter of our discontent
1:01:37
"Made glorious summer
by this sun of York
1:01:41
"And all the clouds that there are around
1:01:45
"dance to the lascivious pleasings of a lute
1:01:49
"Now is the winter of our discontent
1:01:53
"Made glorious summer
by this sun of York"
1:01:59
So I'm a little high...
1:02:00
Sometimes, it seemed like everyone
in New York was an actor.
1:02:05
Even the stockbrokers.
1:02:06
You might not think it to look at me...
1:02:08
and I know I'm white and everything,
but I can rap.
1:02:11
Help, somebody!
Somebody call an ambulance!
1:02:16
Come on, man. Somebody, help!
1:02:22
He's fallen down the stairs!
1:02:23
I think someone's fallen down the stairs.
1:02:27
I think it's Mateo. Get your coat.
1:02:40
It's Mateo. Will I get the lemon drops?
1:02:42
- Yeah, and a pillow.
- Okay.
1:02:45
Mateo! Did anyone call for help?
1:02:47
He just fainted.
1:02:50
Keep the dog away, man, keep him away.
1:02:52
- Go downstairs.
- Stevie doesn't let me. He'll lock me out.
1:02:55
That's because you're a junkie, Papo.
Go and get an ambulance.
1:02:59
Don't do that.