After Louie Page #6

forcing me to do this.

Hey, you're 55,

and it's Christmas

in July.

William would

be happy.

Now...

the place is ready.

What if nobody comes?

They'll come.

Thanks, Mags.

I gotta go.

But I will

see you tomorrow.

Do not worry

so much.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Hold my hand

I am afraid

Please pray for me

When I am away

Comfort the girl

Help her understand

No memory

No matter how sad

And no violence

No matter how bad

Can darken the heart

Or tear it apart.

Braeden.

Hey, Sam.

I didn't think

you'd come.

You don't mind,

do you?

Oh, my God, no.

The more the merrier.

I invited you, didn't I?

- Happy birthday.

- Thanks.

So can I get

you guys a drink?

Beer, wine, vodka,

gin, tequila, rum?

BOTH:
Beer.

Okay, two beers.

I'll be right back.

Egg nog.

Egg nog?

Where'd you get

egg nog in July?

Don't ask questions,

man, drink it.

- Good, right?

- Oh. Boozy.

Hell, yeah.

Plenty more

where that came from.

Beer...

and beer.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.

Okay.

Yeah.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

- Mateo!

- BOTH:
Hey!

Happy birthday, big guy.

Thank you.

Is Jeffrey here?

Uh, yeah, he's

around here somewhere.

I want to apologize,

for... you know, I was making

such an ass of myself.

Aw, you can't help it.

I really didn't mean it.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, you did.

Happy birthday, Sam.

I'm so glad you're here.

- It's a great turnout.

- Mm-hmm.

Uh, who are all these

cute white boys, Sam?

Ah.

That used to be us.

Oh, now you're

just old white men.

- Ouch.

- Happy birthday!

To me!

ALL:

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday

to you

Happy birthday dear Sam

Happy birthday

to you

Wish.

(CHEERS, APPLAUSE)

- Cake?

- Sure, thanks.

I don't believe

we've met.

Oh, I am Braeden.

Julian. One of Sam's

oldest friends.

- You were his teacher.

- I was.

Time goes by

so fast.

- Yeah?

- You'll see.

One day you'll be Sam,

the next you'll be me.

And then what?

Back into the ether.

A-five, six, seven, eight!

ALL:
Angels we

have heard on high

Sweetly singing

o'er the plains

- Hey.

- Hey.

I hate it

when you smoke pot.

I hate it when you

f*** other guys.

I should say goodbye.

I'll be

downstairs.

Hey.

I'm taking off,

but I just...

wanted to make sure I gave

you this before I go.

It's a sort of IOU.

You don't

owe me anything.

Happy birthday, Sam.

The things we've seen.

Yeah.

It's a miracle we can still

string a sentence together.

I brought

those slides for you.

There are

some good ones.

(DOOR OPENS)

Mags! You wild child.

Yes, Sam, yes.

- I should get going.

- Uh-huh.

I mean,

we should get going.

- Is she okay?

- Oh yeah. She's fine.

Where's Julian?

Where's that old fella?

- He left, Mags.

- He what?

- He went home.

- Julian went home.

Everybody else

went home.

- I was right.

- About what, honey?

Oh, you know.

Okay, come on.

Oh, good night,

my dear.

Thank you

for everything.

Oh, my God,

thank you, Sam.

And I can't help you

clean up tonight.

- That's okay.

- No, but I'm sorry.

- Don't be sorry.

- Okay, I'm not sorry.

I love you.

Like, I really love you.

Okay?

You love me.

Got it.

Okay, good.

Happy birthday, Sam.

I love you.

Good night, buddy.

Thanks for a great party.

Any time.

Night night.

Merry Christmas, Sam.

Good night, Mags.

I'll see you later.

Like, tomorrow.

- To clean up.

- Okay.

Bye bye.

(SERENE MUSIC)

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