Being Flynn Page #8

From Penn.

Penn.

Are they giving

you a pen?

Is it dedicated to me?

No.

No?

Am I in it?

There are some poems

that refer to you.

Oh. Let's see.

"I'll bend each finger back

Until the bottle falls

"Until the bone snaps

"Save him by

destroying his hands"

Do I detect

a touch of hostility?

I'm doing a reading of it

tonight at a book store.

You can come,

if you would like to.

All right, all right.

I'm going to

let you read it.

Your book?

Yeah, The Button Man,

also known as The Confessions

of Christopher Cobb.

You mean

it actually exists?

Of course it exists.

Where the f*** is it?

It's somewhere here.

Give me a hand here, look in these boxes.

Look for a blue folder.

I think I may have it here.

Yeah. This is it.

Here it is, part one.

This is part one?

How many parts are there?

"Clink, clank, clunk.

I think that I am drunk."

Don't read it here, for Christ's sake.

That part's a musical.

I will read it right away

and get it back to you.

Don't steal anything.

I promise.

NICK:
I read his book

in one afternoon.

JONATHAN:

It's a masterpiece.

I read your poems.

That one about

the gun is heavy.

Of course it's

an inherited quality.

If you didn't write well,

I would be surprised.

For 30 pages

it shows promise.

Then like his life,

it soon falls apart

and dissipates

into incoherence.

His manuscript

is incomplete.

As far as I can tell,

the only completed

book about my father

would be the book that

fell to me to write.

Me, my father's un-credited,

uncompliant ghost writer.

I've been in touch

with Little, Brown.

They are doing my book. Four

million dollars in advance.

Little, Brown said my

book's a masterpiece.

Everything I write

is a masterpiece.

"The eyes of the action

hero cut from the poster

"All that

concrete pressing down

"A fine edge

gleams around your body

"As if it could

be contained

"The way each finger is licked,

dipped in and rubbed across the gums

"Until the teeth go away

"Even my hands kiss you

"A night broken down

into grains

"If you find

yourself lost, dig

"A cave in the snow, quickly

"You need shelter

against the night

"A candle could

keep you alive

"The engine of your lungs

will heat the air around you

"Someone will miss you

"They will send out dogs

"You must be somewhere,

right?"

Thank you.

There you go.

Thanks.

Thanks for coming.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh, he's here.

Jonathan, this is Inez.

Inez, this is Jonathan.

A very great pleasure.

It's good to meet you.

And this is Maeve,

your granddaughter.

Would you like

to hold her?

Uh, that's okay.

No, he can hold her.

I have held babies

before, Nicholas.

See?

(CRYING)

See?

(CRYING)

See?

See?

See?

Yeah, I see.

JONATHAN:
All right,

Nicholas, you can have it.

I bequeath it to you.

You have the last word.

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