Are You Here Page #8

But somehow,

tracing these lines

is really going to help me

remember this place.

'Cause let's face it,

the next time I come back

it probably won't be here.

Thanks for cheering me up.

Try it.

I really screwed up.

It wasn't in your control.

Gauguin packed up as far from

this craphole as possible.

The world wasn't even one tenth

as polluted as it is now.

You feel like packing up?

No.

I don't even feel that.

I just feel like...

it's a pretty nice day, and...

I hate myself for being the guy

who only has that to say.

Need another club soda,

Mr. Dallas?

Does anyone ever need

another club soda?

What's going on here?

Oh, a real estate seminar.

Lot of ladies trying

to change their lives.

Is it good?

It's filled with bizarre details

and super weird bullshit.

You've never read anything you

liked that was like that?

It was not me.

Actually, it was me.

That's what makes it so depressing.

Now it's just this.

Unfinished, unfocused,

unrelenting.

I'm a guy in a desert that's

running towards a mirage.

I'm still really thirsty,

and my mouth is full of sand.

Write that down.

I don't think it's mine.

It's going to take time.

I just wish it was some

crippling depression

instead of this disappointment.

How do you all live here

without looking

for a high place

to jump from?

I can't sell you on life.

Because there's

nothing to it.

Nothing at all.

Life doesn't stand up

to thinking.

Smell the air out there.

There are wonders.

All I feel is time passing.

And it's overwhelming.

I wasted so much.

I gobbled it all down

without even tasting it.

So start over.

Just like that.

I'm sorry. I'm going to give it

ten more minutes if that's okay.

That's decaf, right?

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, my God.

You shaved.

What can I say?

You know how erratic I am.

What did you want

to talk to me about, Ben?

Actually, I wanted

to thank you.

I didn't wait 40 minutes for you to show up

so we could have a fight. Terri, I mean it.

I can't help but think that...

even through all this,

that what Dad wanted was for us

to deal with all this together.

I'm sorry, but I know

you're only one sentence away

from telling me

you want to turn the store

into an 1850's laundromat

that runs on whale oil

or something.

Except God forbid

anybody hurt a whale.

No.

I have become

acutely aware

of my limitations.

And I guess

what I'm saying is

is that whatever

you have in mind

I'm okay with it.

Excuse me?

Are you wearing

a wire?

I'm serious.

Well, I've been

tossing around the idea

of converting the store

into something more modern.

And profitable?

Is that a sin?

No, that's good. That's

what I wanted to hear.

Because I have some plans

for the farm.

What, give it to Angela?

Perfect.

You don't even know her.

Yeah, I know she has some freaky

power over all the men in my family.

And that probably comes

from under her sundress.

Terri,

I'm asking you please.

Don't talk about her

like that.

Okay...

Okay.

It's a million dollars

of undeveloped land.

And that's why I want to have a

say about what happens to it.

And you get lunch.

Look, whatever it takes.

I just don't want it

to be like this anymore.

You look just like Dad.

Okay, we feed in 15 seconds.

Come on, people.

I don't have

a f***ing image.

All right,

this is a newsroom.

Can I get some people

walking back and forth please?

And let's clean up this...

oh, forget it.

Three, two...

As promised, we're continuing

to track this storm

now from the National

Weather Service

known officially

as Hurricane Gordon

about to make landfall

just south of Charleston here.

Expect 85 mile-per-hour winds

and flooding.

Two to three inches per hour.

Now you folks in the area,

whether the government

makes you or not,

just get yourselves

out of there.

Your lives are a hell of a lot

more important than your houses.

This is Steve Dallas in the

Channel 18 Storm Center.

Stay dry and stay safe.

And we're out.

Nicely done, yes!

I loved that bit about

the people down in Charleston.

Our local old ladies

are going to cream.

From what Delia tells me,

this is a hell of a storm. Those

people needed to be warned.

Yeah, well those people

lost power six hours ago.

They're not watching TV.

Jesus, really?

So why the hell

are we doing this?

Local people

are interested.

They might run us national

unless those douchebags

in Baltimore snake us again.

I don't want to bother you.

Oh, I'm just going through

some of your dad's stuff.

I probably should have buried

him in his madras shorts.

Would have felt

more like a vacation.

I talked to Terri

like you suggested.

It wasn't bad, right?

It was great.

And um...

the other night, too.

That really happened,

didn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it did.

I can't tell you

how much that meant.

Well, someone had to welcome

you back to the world.

How did you end up

with my dad?

Uh... I guess

it was all this.

It's hard to resist the temptation

to step into a normal life.

I know you told my dad

you didn't want anything.

Yeah, I said that.

And I really

meant it, but...

you think he would just give

me like one little thing.

Anything, just

for sentimental reasons,

a gesture.

Well, you deserve

whatever you want.

I keep trying to find a way...

No, no, no.

Not from you.

I mean, it's sweet.

Thank you, but...

it's not the same.

I thought since, you know, you didn't

know what you were going to do

that you could talk to Steve

about the farm and the house.

I'm sure he doesn't know

what he's going to do either.

What do you mean?

I'm giving this all to Dallas.

What?

I promised it to him

after the will.

Huh.

I didn't know that.

It's an odd marriage,

but I kind of owed it to him.

Why, did you want it?

No, mm-mm.

Are you okay?

Sure. You?

Yeah, Terri's going to help

me find a smaller place.

I'll never forget how you

held this family together.

It's me. I hope

I'm using this right.

It keeps asking me

to press star,

which I don't think

we have on this phone.

Oh, there it is.

Uh, listen man...

Listen, man,

I know we haven't talked.

I'm just going to say it.

I miss you, and I've been

thinking about things

and I want to make good

on things.

And I know Angela miss...

Okay, now I've got to talk fast,

because if I stop talking

the thing will cut me off.

Come down

if you're ever free

and I'm good, bye.

Hello?

Morning, slugger.

Four reports in six hours.

Station manager's wet dream.

You got two hours to get

cleaned up for your 12:30.

That's it.

I'm done.

What? I think it's time you find

a new entertainment reporter,

someone who's

comfortable with...

what a waste of time

this is,

someone who isn't aware

of the fact that

any six year old can stick

their arm out the window

and tell you what it's

going to be like today.

Dave, I would like

to introduce you

to Delia,

an actual meteorologist

and yeah, she doesn't

look like Miss America.

She looks like someone

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