Boulevard Page #6

I don't know what to say.

What are you gonna do without me?

Huh?

I wanna know what you're gonna do without me.

- Joy... - What are you gonna do without me?

How are you gonna make it?

- Please, you don't need to leave. - Yeah, I do.

No, please, we can make it work. We've always made it...

- It's never worked, okay? - How can you say that?

Because it hasn't.

Never.

I'm sorry, it's just... it's not what I wanted.

Then what is it that you want? Please, you won't even try.

Try?

What do you think I've been doing all these years?

Going to that job day after day, form after form,

all to keep up this ridiculous pretense.

Is that what I am to you?

- A ridiculous pretense?! - No, you're not!

No, you're not.

It's just over.

No.

My God...

I love you, Joy.

That was never a lie.

It's just time for us to be in the real world.

What if I don't wanna be in the real world?

Well, I do.

Well, I don't.

That's why I married you.

- Mm-hmm. - Jesus.

- Yeah. - Cripes.

What about your father?

I'll still visit.

Some things remain, you know.

I don't know.

Nothing turned out the way I thought, I guess.

I... I wouldn't know how that feels.

Remember the book I was gonna write...

- Mm-hmm. - ...and the play, the other play?

Mm-hmm.

You know, life can be funny like that.

You don't have to explain anything to me.

I mean, Joy's a great woman, you're my best friend, and...

you know what I tell my students?

Every day, blank page... just fill it up,

and you get somewhere.

Or something... like that.

Hey, there she is.

Uh, you know what?

I'll write to you from New York, unless they have Wi-Fi there.

- Do you think they have Wi-Fi? - Oh, maybe.

Then I'll email you.

Thank you.

It's just two friends talking, all right?

- Yeah. - Hey, maybe...

maybe it's never too late

to finally start living the life you really want.

- Maybe that's the deal. - Yeah.

Or maybe that's a bunch of bullshit. I don't know.

You email me about it.

- I will. - All right?

All right. See you, Nolan. Take care.

See you, Patty. You, too.

Goodbye, Walt.

Good luck, Mr. Mack. You will be missed around here.

- Thank you. - Welcome.

I drove down a street one night.

A street I didn't know.

It's the way your life goes sometimes.

You drive down this one...

then another.

And now...

another.

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