LEE: Put that shit away.
LEE: What for?
GINSENG: C’mon, please?
LEE: Okay. Shit, okay.
GINSENG: What’s your name?
LEE: … Lee.
LEE: Avalon. Lee-Jun Avalon.
GINSENG: So you’re from Hwarang?
LEE: Yeah. I’m only half, though.
GINSENG: What’s your other half?
LEE: My mom’s from the, you know like, the islands and shit.
GINSENG: What was her name?
LEE: Is. Her name is Jamie.
GINSENG: Sorry. [LEE waves it away] How old are you?
LEE: [grin] 28.
GINSENG: What do you do?
LEE: I’m in the trade business as a freelance courier. I captain this ship, the Rosebud. [GINSENG coughs] You okay? You want me to put it out?
GINSENG: No it’s okay. [He coughs again, but stifles it] You like what you do?
LEE: I guess. Yeah. I guess, cuz, well, fuckin’, I can’t do elsewise, you know? Never dreamed of elsewise.
GINSENG: So what do you like?
LEE: [grins again] What do you mean, what do I like? Food, movies, positions?
GINSENG: Positions./ Kidding.
GINSENG: I was kidding. Just what do you like? In general.
LEE: Shit. Uhh… Cars… I like to drive fast. Go fast. I like whiskey, I like getting’ shit done… Getting’ into fights…
LEE: [laughs] Calm down, shit.
GINSENG: Am I lying?
LEE: [embarrassed at first, then boastful] Yeah, I guess. Yeah, I do. Who the fuck doesn’t, you know? Even you do. What? Don’t look like that. I know you do.
[GINSENG giggles quietly. LEE watches the camera silently, lighting another cigarette as he does.]
GINSENG: What do you think of when you see this picture?
[LEE takes a Polaroid from GINSENG. A snapshot of LOVELY, pink hair, silly face, flippin’ the bird.]
LEE: I love her. Um… what do I think? I think beer. And I think she looks plastered here. Ahh… I dunno. I think it’s a crappy-ass picture. Was this New Year’s?
GINSENG: Yeah. Tell me about her.
LEE: She’s crazy. Never see her around much. I love her, I dunno. What do you want me to say? She’s my girl. When she comes around I know we like to shoot shit and get drunk and she’ll punch me in the gut. She knocks me out. She gets me up.
GINSENG: Hard up?
LEE: Fuck you. [LEE stubs out his cigarette and reaches for the camera] Turn that off now. Shit. I’ll show you hard up. [the lens blacks out, but we hear scuffles, laughter, and just before the sound cuts, a breath or a whisper.]