Carrie Pilby Page #8

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to like Felicity.

I should have

told you.

But I thought that

if you met her first,

then she and and her kids,

you'd give them

a bit more of a chance.

When your mother

got sick,

I felt that I had

failed her somehow.

My whole reason for being

was to take care of her,

and you.

And then I got

really terrified

that I was going to fail you

as well.

So, I thought

that you would be better off

with people who understood

how to teach you.

I mean, you were so far ahead

of your classmates.

You were brilliant.

And I thought if you went

to college,

you'd meet people

who were of like mind.

I was 14.

I was a freak.

What about

the English teacher?

Made me feel like

less of one.

At the beginning

at least.

Did he... hurt you?

No, no,

it wasn't like that.

You can press charges.

Dad, I don't think

you can press charges

for hurting

someone's feelings.

That's not what

I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the fact

that you were underage.

I was 16.

That's the legal age

of consent.

And anyway,

he never forced me.

He manipulated you.

He used his position.

I'm gonna have him fired.

Well, he's teaching

at Columbia now,

so it looks like

someone beat you to it.

I just wish the bastard

would give me my book back.

- What book?

- "Franny and Zooey."

Don't you remember?

Mom gave me

a first edition

for my 12th birthday.

Oh, yes.

So she did.

You lent him that book?

I thought

he'd appreciate it.

I thought

he'd appreciate me.

Right, that's it.

Come on, let's go.

Where?

We're gonna get

your book back.

- What?

- Where's he live?

Dad,

I really don't think--

Carrie,

where does he live?

Hi.

Hi.

Is David here?

Professor Harrison:

Who is it, Amanda?

There's a girl

here to see you.

Carrie.

What

an unexpected pleasure.

This is Amanda,

my wife.

Carrie Pilby, a student.

Ex-student.

You got married?

Yeah.

Congratulations.

I'm Daniel Pilby,

Carrie's father.

Well, it's nice

to meet you.

We've come to get a book

that your husband's been

kind enough

to look after for me.

Oh, yeah, the book.

Well, it's somewhere

inside the house.

As soon as I have a chance,

I'll find it,

and I'll put it

in the mail.

Why don't we save you

the trouble

and have

a quick look ourselves?

Excuse me.

I already told you,

I don't know where it is.

But you said yourself

it must be here somewhere.

Hello.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

We won't be a moment.

Happy Christmas.

Same to you.

Library.

Good tidings to you

Wherever you are...

- We've got guests.

- They seem very nice.

Oh!

...And a Happy New Year

We wish you

a Merry Christmas

We wish you

a Merry Christmas...

- Look!

- Ah!

There!

That wasn't

so difficult after all.

Will that be all?

Well,

there is one small thing.

Yes?

- ( grunts )

- ( guests gasp )

( guests mutter )

Borrowing a book

and not returning it

is the height

of rudeness.

- You son of a--

- Yeah.

Come along, Carrie.

We wish you

a Merry Christmas

We wish you

a Merry Christmas...

Man:

Who was this guy?

It looks good on you.

- What?

- The blood.

Turns your lips red.

...New Year.

( song ends )

- ( laughs )

- Are you okay?

I think-- I think

I've broken something.

Bloody worth it,

though, eh?

Let me see.

Let me see.

I think

you're gonna be okay.

I missed you.

And I missed you too.

So, so much.

And I'm so sorry

for everything.

It's okay.

But you need to stop

trying to get me sorted.

I'm 19.

I'm not supposed

to be sorted yet.

Okay.

I come in peace.

Carrie, hi.

I wasn't sure

if you'd show up

for your appointment

today.

Did your dad leave?

Yeah, he did.

I miss him already.

You can go back to sleep

if you want.

No, no.

I was just a little tired.

Long night?

You do realize

it's not appropriate for me

to discuss

my personal life with you.

I think

it would really help me

if you did.

All right.

What do you

want to know?

Was there ever a time

when you thought

that cheating was wrong?

Of course.

I still do.

Then how do

you justify it?

Don't you feel bad?

Yes.

No.

All of the above.

I do part-time consulting

for Cheryl's agency.

She works

with abused children.

We spent

a lot of time together.

I invited her

for coffee.

We talked,

we talked more.

We wanted to spend

more time together.

I suppose I am

what you might call

a hypocrite.

It must bring you great joy

to hear me say that.

No, no.

It doesn't.

Her husband doesn't show her

any affection.

- That's an excuse.

- He's always gone.

- Excuse.

- He's been cheating.

- Excuse.

- And maybe--

Excuse!

( sighs )

Maybe she'll leave him?

Excuse.

I just came

to let you know

that my dad and I

made up.

I'm very glad.

And, okay.

He helped me

to get this back.

"Franny and Zooey."

And as we often say

in my profession,

how did that

make you feel?

Like maybe I should finish

that silly,

or not so silly,

list that I threw

in your general direction?

Oh, I was hoping

you'd say that.

You saved it.

Just in case.

I have a photographic memory,

remember?

Thank you.

So, what are you going

to do about Mrs. Rubin?

I don't know.

Contrary to what the degrees

on the wall may imply,

I don't have

all the answers.

I wouldn't trust anyone

who thought that they did.

Maybe you need

to make her a list.

"Five ways

to leave her husband."

( both laugh )

You know, sometimes...

you really remind me

of your mother.

Thanks.

I'll take that

as a compliment.

Compliment intended.

You are allowed

to be happy, Carrie.

You know that,

don't you?

Your mom

would want that for you.

( shutter clicks )

Sh*t.

Carrie!

Oh, thank God!

I thought you might

never speak to me again

after I abandoned you

at Dex's gig.

How can I ever

make it up to you?

You already did.

You helped me

cross something off my list.

I did?

Which one?

Make a friend.

- Oh!

- Oh, okay.

You're hurting me

a little bit.

Oh, come on.

I want to introduce you

to Dex.

- Dex? Dex-Dex?

- Yeah.

What, "Nationally

registered tongue" Dex?

- Okay. Okay.

- Oh, sorry!

( muttering )

Oh, Carrie, this is Dex.

Dex, this is Carrie.

Hi, nice to meet you!

Yeah, you too.

Oh, uh--

He seems... nice.

Yeah, he is.

I'll call you.

We'll go for lunch.

Oh, oh!

I would love that.

Well, see you later!

Okay.

Pilby!

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Are you wearing

eye makeup?

It looks good.

Hey, what's the square root

of 6,023?

Seventy-five.

You're a freaking genius!

- I made it up.

- Like, what's the equation?

What special equations

do you use?

You know what,

I'll tell you on Monday.

You're leaving?

I have a party limit,

and I'm all partied out.

But I'll see you later.

Happy New Year.

Male reporter:

What a scene here

in Times Square!

Hundreds of thousands

of people crammed in here.

Very excited,

counting down to midnight.

Female reporter:

That's a no brainer!

Absolutely.

Man:

Well, I'd like to get

in the hot tub already.

- I'm so cold right now!

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