Are You Here Page #4

I've been saying.

Thank God you're here,

cuz I can't do it all alone.

Jesus, get out and go away.

I need to talk to my brother.

- He doesn't want to talk.

- Yes I do. I have a plan.

- I'm going to start...

- You don't have to tell her your plan.

Steve, I would prefer

to forgo your input

and that most recently resulted

in my brother becoming fat,

unemployed, and growing

that superbly antisocial beard.

- Do not talk to him like that.

- No, it's okay.

You know what, Terri? I am

going to get out of your way,

you can direct that rage

where it really belongs,

at your grieving family.

He doesn't understand

what's going on.

The decisions

that you make now

could secure

a real future.

You don't think

I know that?

I'm sorry. I guess I just

got blindsided yesterday.

It blew me away, too. I didn't want

the headache, but then I thought

all of this is part

of something amazing.

Life stuff,

renewal, rebuilding.

Yes, exactly.

I mean, this chrysalis

has served us

as we developed

from pupae to adult,

and now it has to be shed

and eaten.

What are we

talking about?

I really want to utilize

this capital

to right some major wrongs,

educate some mysteries,

set some ideas free.

Well, why don't I find a way

to manage my finances

so I can support you

in eight months

after you've pissed away what

it took Dad a lifetime to make.

I hear where

you're coming from,

but it's just money. It doesn't

mean Dad loved me more than you.

What? It doesn't mean Dad

loved me more than you.

He didn't...

love you more.

You were the squeaky wheel,

so you got

all the oil.

And if I were you,

I wouldn't rush off to go

change the world quite yet.

Hello...

Anybody?

I'm going to go now.

Ben?

Ben?

Yeah, I'm up here.

Look at you.

Master of all that you survey.

Yeah.

You know, I wouldn't go if I

didn't have this job thing.

I'll be back out next

weekend, I promise.

Plus, you can always call.

Oh, I'll call. I'll call as soon as

I get that big fat check for you.

Hey, you know, I didn't think you

were really going to do that.

Hey, buddy?

I love you.

Take a shower, okay?

Wait, so you're just

going to leave?

Yeah, I got to get going.

It was really great to see

you, and thanks for the pie.

That was for dinner.

I'll be eating dinner.

No, for everyone.

You're not as giving

as I thought you were.

I don't want the pie back.

I just...

Well, I guess you know Ben

better than I do.

Is he going to be

okay here by himself?

By himself?

What, now you're

going to leave?

I mean, with that poor kid up there?

So he's not okay.

He's right as rain.

I mean, his father

just died,

he's got a drug problem,

probably some kind

of manic-depressive disorder,

and honestly, he wasn't that well

screwed together to begin with,

but he's an adult,

and I have to go back

to do the 4:
30 weather.

And although

you're under no obligation

would it be so bad to take

another two or three weeks

before you do whatever

bullshit you have to do?

You mean

teaching disabled kids?

Oh, now they're disabled.

Do you have any actual plans?

I guess I could take my

time moving out. Great.

You get a week,

and I'm not adopting him.

Perfect. I'm going

to leave you my number...

in case you

have to get in touch.

Because, you know,

I'm on TV.

Yeah, actually Sam

bragged about you once.

I think he liked you, but he

couldn't really express it.

Yeah, it always came out

as "moron-troublemaker."

He hated the Irish, too.

People forget that.

Okay, now will you let me know

if I run over a chicken,

'cause the pie

is all I can eat right now.

How long does he

stay up there?

Let me know.

Hey.

Hey.

How are you

holding up?

I don't know.

It's all temporary, right?

Angela, you knew

when you decided

to get involved with

a man so much older

it wasn't for life.

You are so sentimental.

Okay, all's I'm saying

is that you

had that experience.

Now don't be afraid

to be with a man your age.

You got

a whole time ahead.

Ben asked me

to put these up.

I have some.

They upset people.

Hey, Mom. Sam

Stallsworth is outside.

You're going to have to

negotiate the lettuce with him.

Now listen,

I've got to go.

I might need my hands.

Okay.

Hello, Terri.

Good morning, sunshine.

It's hard, huh...

without him?

Yeah,

try to keep busy.

Uh, about Ben.

Oh, God, don't stick

your nose in that, too.

I'm living

with him, Terri.

Nobody asked you to. In fact, I'm

surprised you didn't blow out of town

on the next guy

who came through.

Oh, Jesus.

That tongue.

I think you just spoiled

all the vegetables in here.

You know, you came

into my family very recently,

and you started telling

everybody what to do,

which was nothing.

Do nothing.

That is not true.

You convinced my father to let a

thriving business go to seed.

"These are the good years.

"Life is for living."

I mean, Christ,

a man his age

throwing himself at yoga

and guitar lessons?

You don't believe

in growing!

You don't grow!

You're a tumbleweed

who blows around

whenever the wind changes.

Sh*t, I swore

I wouldn't engage.

L got to go-

You know, people hide

in charity.

Once in a while, assume other

people are as good as you.

Not worse.

They're not.

How was the vacation?

It wasn't a vacation.

Oh, did you get

your eyes done?

Delia got some fan mail, you know.

ls that right?

A hundred bucks

says Delia's fan mail

came from a member

of the cafeteria staff.

Corporate thinks

each piece of mail

represents 1000 viewers.

What, did she do

a really good job?

Hey, what was with you wrestling

that bum the other day?

Nicely done. So did you

know him or something?

You know how it is, you buy

someone a cup of coffee

and suddenly they're

your best friend.

Do I need

my eyes done?

30 seconds. It would be illegal

to make them any bluer.

See, that's what

I think.

Spinach check.

You have

no whitening trays.

Now I really can't stay.

God, it must be tough

having to win the viewers over

one at a time

like this.

You know, while you were off getting

your eyes done over the weekend,

Paul flew me to Martha's

Vineyard to show me this house

and it wasn't one of those stupid

Cape Cod houses the tourists love.

This was a year-round home

where you could really be

a part of the island.

Paul understands the

limitations of our job

and let's face it,

it's a short window,

and it's not really based

on skill.

Yeah, I know that.

Lucky for me,

my finances

have kind of been

taking care of themselves.

Sandwich guy told me

you nailed the baseball pool.

No, really, I'm coming

into a little piece of property

up in Lancaster myself.

I'll probably unload it.

Brian Williams

has a place up there.

I don't think so.

Thanks for the ride.

Which is why I'm sick and

tired of the bullshit.

Excuse me, sorry.

I was just passing through.

Sit, please.

Join us.

Everybody,

this is Angela...

my stepmother.

Didn't we meet

at the plastic bag rally?

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