Dying Young Page #4

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- That's OK.

- It doesn't feel right.

- Maybe we should just go back.

- Back?

Why would you wanna go back?

Well, I... I feel like there's

no job here for me any more.

Is there?

I guess not.

OK.

- Good night.

- Night.

Hi.

I have a confession to make.

- Are you awake?

- No.

Good. Then it will be easier.

I lied.

There were never

any other women in my house.

That's OK. I lied too.

I was never vice president

of Future Nurses of America.

- What about the picture of you and that girl?

- What picture?

- The one in your apartment.

- Oh, Jean.

Jean.

College.

She was... I was in remission.

We were in love, I guess. I don't...

I got sick. She left.

Now you're leaving because I'm well.

No. I just told you I didn't want to

take your money any more.

OK, no more money.

I have to give you something, then.

No more art history lessons, please.

Well...

But then I have only one thing to give you.

My heart.

You can have my heart.

Couldn't say that before. You can't

say that to someone when you're sick.

Yes, you can.

I love you, Hilary.

And I don't want you to leave.

You don't have to say anything.

I do have to say something.

I wanna...

I wanna say, um...

You're a pain in the ass.

But I know the sweetness in you.

And I know that you've changed me.

And I wanna say...

thank you.

I won't leave you.

Oh!

Aah!

Never dare a Geddes!

Good morning, Mrs Merkel.

Hello? Anybody home?

Hello?

Hey, time to strip the windows.

Sorry I've been so long. I've been working up

at this winery for this old lady, makin' barrels.

She's crazy. She's got

three husbands buried out there.

And she reads tea leaves.

I'm not kiddin'. She's crazy.

You gotta meet her.

Here's where your problem is. It comes

right off the water and right in. Feel.

Feel it?

- Hello, Gordon.

- Vic. Hey.

- All right.

- How you doin'?

- Uh, what are you doing?

- I got a surprise.

Well, it is freezing in here.

Call me insane, but I'd venture a guess

he'd like to warm you up in any way possible.

- Cappy told me you didn't have a TV set.

- Yes. Uh, no. I guess we never... ever.

Well, it's a new black and white.

I don't use it, so...

Oh, I, uh...

Here. I'll put it on the table.

Oh, cripes.

"Cripes"?

Be careful! God!

Oh, no. Ah. It works.

Thanks, Gordon. I don't think... We're not

really very big, uh, television watchers here,

but thanks. We're not, uh...

- Oh, wait.

- The Jetsons.

- You're a big fan of The Jetsons now?

- Go back one.

- The Belle of Amherst.

- Emily Dickinson.

- Who is Emily Dickinson?

- Correct.

- TR for 400, please.

- Answer there:

This light Russian sleigh

is pulled by three horses.

- Troika.

- What is a troika?

- What is a troika?

- What is a troika?

It's a light Russian sleigh

pulled by three horses.

- "... fresh and pretty for gentlemen callers".

- Glass Menagerie.

- What is "Glass Menagerie"?

- College snot. He's a college snot.

- Thank you.

- They lived downstairs from the Ricardos.

- Oh, the Mertzes.

- Who were the Mertzes?

- Who were the Mertzes?

- We're just incredible.

- Oh, wait. Wiggle her nose!

- What is wiggle her nose?

- Ha!

- Cripes.

Character played by Shirley Jones'

stepson in a 1970s musical family sitcom.

- What are they talking about?

- David Cassidy.

Isn't that the actor?

No, they want the character.

- Keith Partridge.

- Ah, too late. Sorry.

No, Mr Smarty-pants, under the wire.

- What are springs?

- Sh*t!

Be quiet while we're trying to watch.

- Ralph threatened Alice with this phrase.

- To the moon, Alice!

- What is "To the moon, Alice"?

- Zoom!

Were you people weaned on television?

One of the two presidents who could

have used the pony express in office.

- Buchanan.

- Who is Abraham Lincoln?

- Ha! You got it wrong.

- Shh.

- It was James Buchanan.

- Oh, yes, thank you very much.

Hello, Jeopardy people! Send

my money through the pony express.

Come on, Alex, bring me a cheque.

Put it in my furry little hand.

Watch this and don't be frightened.

I expect you to be duly impressed.

- Hey.

- Hey, that's great. You made it.

How are you?

- Casks.

- Yeah.

- Oak.

- Oak, right.

He's an expert.

Is that the cask room?

Want a tour? Come on.

There's this crazy old lady who owns

this place. She'll do anything I ask.

Cos she loves me.

Yes, like a mother loves her idiot child.

- This is Estelle Whittier. Hilary.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Victor.

- How do you do?

- Victor.

- We thought we'd take you to lunch.

- Victor's driving.

- Pass.

- Well, have lunch with me.

How are you doin' over here?

Want some more wine?

Thank you, Annabel.

- What?

- It's a maze.

- Yes! Very good.

- Tell him what's in it.

- What?

- My three husbands.

- Dead.

- Buried, he meant to say.

By me. Each one in their turn.

- Good men.

- No one knows where.

Sooner or later everyone tries

to find them, and get back out.

- Not many succeed.

- Can't be that hard.

Take my word for it.

Step inside and you're lost.

- Brewer's yeast. Delightful nutty flavour.

- I'm sure.

It's good for iron.

Oh, Tiger's Milk. 95% protein.

- Four heaping teaspoons in a glass of milk.

- Just enough to choke an ostrich.

Help me find royal jelly. Royal jelly.

- Do you know what royal jelly does?

- Is this a quiz?

- What?

- You look sweaty.

- It's hot in here.

- Let me.

Warm.

My lips are warm too.

Just a little night sweats, Vic.

It's just a little night sweats.

- What, honey?

- What?

It's OK, baby. Go back to sleep.

- More tea, Mrs Whittier?

- Uh, no, thank you, Annabel.

- It's time to read the leaves.

- Oh.

Little baby Gordon

doesn't have to have his read.

- Thank you.

- I've already read his.

Ladies first.

Thank you, dear.

- Hm.

- What?

A scattering. A road.

- A rabbit.

- A bunny!

- A cwazy wabbit.

- Is that good or bad?

It means luck.

Luck at the end of ajourney.

Out of confusion.

- Really?

- And now Victor.

Uh...

Uh, I can read my own leaves.

Yes, another one of my many hidden talents,

along with boccie and advanced masonry.

Hm. One I'd rather forget.

How about that? My future, it's short

but difficult, with lots of blind curves.

Oh, my God.

Why, it's a maze.

- Not yet. Wait till I get up there.

- All right.

- OK, wait a minute. Wait.

- All right, all right.

- All right?

- All right. Wait, wait. All right, go, go.

My first husband built the damn thing.

He used to run through it naked.

- Gordon, we should go get him.

- No, he's doing fine.

- One minute, Victor!

- Yes, yes, Gordon.

The clock is ticking!

OK, let's find the centre here.

Damn it.

- Three minutes, Victor!

- Yeah.

- Yes!

- Are you lost?

- You want some help?

- I don't like this. I'm gonna go get him.

- No, no, no, no.

- Let her go.

Victor!

Victor!

Victor!

Lost my head there for a...

Jesus!

OK, find the centre here, then get out.

Goddamn it.

Eureka.

Victor!

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Victor... Victor!

Please. Please. No.

Victor!

Victor!

Victor!

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