If it feels good, go with it.
But we're supposed to be the responsible ones here.
I got to agree with that.
So, in the spirit of responsibility:
Courtesy of my pop's undies drawer.
What was that?
I know you two heard it. The jingling?
It's probably those annoying wind chimes the eight-year-olds made.
I know that's.
It's hard but it's worth it!
Yes! Two more!
On your side.
I'm not a lez. Just friendly.
Rad bad, though.
Like that girl on Cheers.
I noticed you ogling my buddy Chet's mound.
You want me to introduce you?
I don't know what you're talking about.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
The whole reason most people come to Slimmercise class
is to hook up.
Not for me.
The last American virgin.
Everyone tells me I can be a little over the top with new people.
It's just that it's L.A, you can't make friends
unless you get a little aggressive, right?
I'm new in town.
Well, I'm obsessed with this place.
I've been doing aerobics since '82,
ever since I read those articles about it in Rolling Stone.
Did you know they have competitive aerobics championships?
I know it may sound silly to you,
but I'm gonna be the greatest aerobics competitor of all time.
I'm Montana, by the way.
She was stabbed, like, 40 times.
Her throat was cut so badly she was basically decapitated.
- Describing your last date? - Hilarious.
No. There was a murder a couple of days ago in Glassell Park.
My cousin works for LAPD Homicide,
and they're convinced whoever did it is responsible
for a bunch of other unsolved murders in town.
The cops are calling him the Night Stalker.
I heard serial killers become more active
in the summer months when it's hot.
Because people sleep with their windows open at night.
This is Brooke.
She's new in town.
布鲁克 这是泽维尔 雷和切特
Brooke, this is Xavier, Ray and Chet.
How do you guys know each other?
Well, it's L.A. Do any of us really know each other?
We collected each other over the last couple of years.
Xavier and Montana met in traffic and dated for a hot second.
"Met in traffic" is a nice way of saying
that I missed an audition for one of the last episodes of MASH
because she rear-ended me.
You are welcome.
- You're an actor? - Yeah.
Not one of those "happy to get a role on a soap opera
or a Coca-Cola commercial" types.
I'm a serious actor.
I trained at Stella Adler..
Chet and I met at the gym.
Yeah, and I think I met Montana
at a party up in the hills at Justine Bateman's house.
- You know her? - Not really.
Anyway... my cousin was saying that they think
that this guy's gonna go on a rampage,
like Son of Sam did in the summer of '78.
Which is why I'm getting out of town
for the next couple of months.
I got a gig as a counselor at a summer camp
they're opening up a couple of hours from here.
You guys should all come.
I mean, they're desperate for counselors.
Hey, I'm in. When do we leave?
Tomorrow, after class.
Why can't we leave tonight?
What's with you?
You been jumpy all week.
I'm just ready to get out before the Olympic shit show starts.
Okay? Los Angeles is about to descend into chaos.
All right, gridlock on the freeways.
And I'm thinking of poor Chet, having to be here
getting his face rubbed in it.
Fuck the IOC.
Do you think they'd let me teach aerobics up there?
Can't see why not.
You should come.
I'm desperate for some estrogen in this crew.
Oh. Sounds fun,
but I'm taking classes at Santa Monica College.
I'm gonna be a veterinary assistant.
Knock it off, Montana.
I'm in the medical field, too.
You're an orderly. You mop up poop.
We're all putting our lives on hold for this,
but I'm telling you, it's gonna be worth it.
You don't want to be in this town this summer.
It could cost you your life.
Oh, um, your bag.
If you change your mind...
Where's the jewelry?
Get it for me.
Get it for me!
Is that it?
All of it?
Swear on Satan!
Fuckin' waste of time!
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