Breakable You Page #9

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Well, thank you, Ellie.

Thanks a lot.

So heartfelt, so moving.

Well, that...

That means a lot to me.

And you didn't write it.

Excuse me? What...?

What did you say?

You did not write that play.

Are you insane?

Of course I wrote it.

Adam, I lived with you

for 35 years,

and I've read

every word you've ever written,

and there is no way you

could have written that play.

How dare you.

That is an outrageous

accusation.

It's too honest.

- It's too vulnerable.

- Ah.

You could never write

about love that deeply

because you've never

felt love that deeply.

That's your big proof?

I was a shitty husband?

I'm a selfish prick?

You're right.

But I'm a damn good writer.

And you know what?

That's what writers do.

We make sh*t up,

even if we don't feel it.

Don't look at me

like that, Ellie.

[CHUCKLES]

I wrote that play, Eleanor.

[SCOFFS]

It was in a box...

with Vincent's old papers.

Of course.

Vincent.

I was dry.

I was empty.

- That's no excuse.

- Vincent is dead.

Ruth is dead.

- The dead don't care.

- It's Vincent's work.

It's not yours.

It's his love story with Ruth.

I worked my ass off

on that play.

I completely rewrote it.

I made it my own.

MAN:
There you are,

you son of a b*tch.

You know what you did?

You know what he did?

You broke my heart...

Adam.

I am at a loss for words.

To watch you...

risk a kind

of emotional openness

that you've never

risked before.

I am stunned.

- Thank you, Robert.

- Thank you.

No, I'm honored

you feel that way.

- You know my ex-wife, Eleanor.

- Of course.

Nice to see you.

Robert is writing a book

about Vincent Frank.

I'm glad someone's keeping

his memory alive.

Although, I confess,

after tonight,

I wonder if I'm writing about

the right author.

Perish the thought, Robert.

What a rare pleasure

you've given us.

- Thank you.

- What can I say?

- Nice to see you.

- Nice to see you.

So that was your chance.

Why didn't you tell him

what an imposter I am?

I have no intention

of destroying you.

All right. Of course.

Because you want

the moral high ground.

You got me, you win.

Now you can

think the worst of me.

I thought that's what I wanted,

but it's not.

I couldn't stand the thought

of being irrelevant.

I was desperate.

I was afraid.

Welcome to the club.

[PEOPLE CHEERING

AND APPLAUDING]

- Brava!

- Brava.

Bravo!

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey.

Adam, thank you.

- Really, I owe you so much.

- No, Sam, thank you.

- So wonderful.

- MAUD:
You rocked my world.

What a stupendous night.

Because you're here.

- [CHUCKLES]

- You are here.

[WHISTLES]

Folks. Ladies and gents.

I have been forwarded a copy

of tomorrow's

New York Times review.

It reads,

"Last night, Adam Weller

"made a glorious

return to Broadway,

"with an inspired new play

"that is by turns

tough-minded,

devilishly well-observed

and achingly poetic."

And it just gets better

and better from there.

Folks, how about a hand

for our fearless writer.

Adam! Come on, get up here.

Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

Well, we all know, don't we?

All of us who have

committed everything

to this beautiful

and maddening quest

to capture the ephemeral.

We know how rare it is

for all the elements

to come together on that stage

and produce a revelation

about the human story.

Well, tonight is our night.

- I thank you all.

- WOMAN:
Thank you, Adam.

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I missed my stop, and...

ended up in Cincinnati.

Yeah, I've done that.

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She cooked him eggs

That made him well

She looked at him

And she could tell

It won't be long

Until he fell

Under a spell again

So she came out

And asked him

Is forgiveness

Something you can find?

It's not that I

Still love you

I just miss you

Sometimes

She said maybe you

Could stay for the night

But something about it

Wasn't right

Inside of him

There was a fight

He knew he

Couldn't win

And when

The losing begins

It's hard to leave it

All behind

When you're here it's not

That I still love you

I just miss you

Sometimes

He said, maybe we

Could go to a bar

Where the lights are dim

And the mood's on par

'Cause you see

I still have a scar

Where you

Cut me deep

And sometimes

I can't sleep

In the middle

Of the night

I hear it's not that

I still love you

I just miss you

Sometimes

Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm

Na-na-na-na-na

Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm

Na-na-na-na-na-na

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