Dying Young Page #5

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Victor! Aargh!

- Why are you screaming? Time's a-wasting.

- You scared me. Why didn't you answer me?

- Come along, come along.

- Why didn't you answer me?

There's a grave site back there.

12.24. Victor victorious!

- Oh, Victor.

- Jesus! Yes. Hello. You scared me.

Will you get an extra blanket for the bed?

It was cold and I don't want you to...

- Oh, OK... Mom.

- Thank you.

Too bad the maze wasn't any longer.

You'd still be inside.

There's always Versailles.

You know, I told Estelle

you have a terminal disease.

- What?

- A**hole-itis.

A**hole-itis. Very cute. Thank you.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- Hey.

- What?

- What?

- Can't you...?

What? Do it? No. I can't do it right now.

- Because you're sick?

- No. Because...

- Because you're sick?

- Because I can't always do it when you want.

Perhaps I'm not as prolific

as your construction workers.

- F*** you.

- Ah, Jesus.

Think we can get through this

without a "f*** you", Hilary?

Hilary.

Hills.

I'm sorry.

- Are you sick?

- No.

Would you tell me if you were?

Yes.

Sorry.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- Fine.

Oh, guess what. Estelle gave me this great

white dress for the party. It's from the '50s.

Wanna see what I got my mom

for Christmas? It's not a doll.

Did you call your father

to wish him a merry Christmas?

Give it a rest, hon.

- He doesn't know where you are, does he?

- I'll call him in the morning, OK?

- I ran into Gordon in town today.

- Great.

I invited him to dinner tonight. He didn't

have anybody to spend Christmas Eve with.

# Bring us some figgy pudding

# Oh, bring us some figgy pudding,

and bring it right here

# Bring us some figgy pudding,

oh, bring us some figgy pudding

# Oh, bring us some figgy pudding,

and bring it right here

I'll get it, hon!

# Bring us some figgy pudding...

- Honey, it's Gordon!

- Merry Christmas.

Good to see you.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- I'm knocked out you asked me.

- Well, we're knocked out you came.

- Nothing.

- Nope. Nothin'.

Excuse me. I do the garbage around here.

Did you bring us some figgy pudding?

No. Presents.

- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you.

Open it.

- Bubble bath.

- That's not all.

Bubble bath.

- Merry Christmas.

- Whisky.

- It's 52 months old.

- It won't get a day older.

Let's have a toast.

OK, this is to... how great this is.

Really.

OK.

Well, this is not like my mother's.

There's not enough lumps in the potatoes.

- My mother was the worst cook ever born.

- No, no. My mother.

What did she make you for lunch in school?

Wait. Did she give you a bag or a pail?

A pail? Are you kidding me?

I had a pail. It had

The Six Million Dollar Man on it.

And every time you opened it,

it squeaked and everybody would look.

Did she give you peanut butter

and banana sandwiches?

No. Fluffernutters.

Fluffernutters?

Van Gogh.

Huh?

Van Gogh is the answer.

What is the question?

Oh, OK.

- Um...

- Too late.

- Oh, no. Again. Go again.

- Youngest president.

- No, ask the question with an answer.

- Kennedy.

- TR.

- Who?

- Colours of the French flag.

- Red, white and blue.

- Blue, white and red.

- Oh, come on.

- Sculpted the Piet.

- Do sports.

Michelangelo.

- Executed by Elizabeth I?

- Do sports, for Christ's sake.

Mary Queen of Scots.

The S in US Grant.

- All right, wait a minute.

- Simpson.

Grant. Grant Wood. Grant. Grant Wood.

Come on, honey, you should know this one.

American Gothic, for Christ's sake, honey.

Oh, contestant number one. Hold up.

Aren't you going to play, sweetheart?

Victor, we'll play if you do sports or sitcoms.

OK, we'll do sitcoms.

Sitcoms? Sitcoms. Great.

He wrote Lysistrata.

Aristophanes.

- Sitcoms, Victor. Come on, like Mr Ed.

- She Stoops to Conquer.

- Not Shakespeare.

- They're all situationally comic!

- The Misanthrope.

- Hills, what is he doing?

- What are you doing, Victor?

- Jesus, come on! Nine. All right. Nine.

Ni-i-ine!

Hello! Hello in there!

Gordon, don't.

Number of players on a baseball team, Gordo.

Here, let me help him.

Just take it easy, Victor.

You'll be all right.

- Sorry I brought the bottle. I didn't know...

- Neither did I.

If I can do anything...

Good night.

Um... Remember, if you need me...

Thanks.

Ugh!

You lied to me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, hon. I've been so crazy

I don't know what's going on.

I didn't want it... I don't want it to end, so...

That's all.

- But you're sick. We have to go back.

- No. Wait a minute.

Can we... can we just pretend that, um...

- Pretend?

- Yes. Yeah, that I'm... I'm... that I'm all right.

But you're not all right.

You're sick and we're going back.

- Hilary, listen to me. Do you love me?

- What?

Just tell me. I know it is difficult.

I'm sorry. Just tell me.

- Tell me.

- I don't like this.

All right, all right, all right.

I'm not going back.

I am never going back. I did lie to you.

I wasn't through with the chemotherapy.

- What?

- Shh, shh, my beautiful, sweet girl. I'm sorry.

I had to. It was killing me.

You saw it.

That's why I chose you.

Notjust to come up here with me,

but to stay with me, no matter what

happens. No matter what happens.

- No.

- Shh, shh.

Just to stay for good, or whatever.

Just no more hospitals.

No more treatments. No more.

It is enough, Hilary.

Ten years is enough.

That's no life.

I need a life.

I have a life with you.

- If you love me, you'll help me.

- Do what?

Let it happen. Just let it happen.

- Let you die?

- No.

- You want me to help you... let you die?

- No. No.

When did you decide? You don't ask me

or anything. You just decided?

And then you want me to say...

You want me... you want me

to tell you I love you?

Then you can say "Great. Well, now

I'm gonna die and I'm gonna leave you. "

- Hilary...

- And you let me believe that we had...

That I was part of something real

for the first time in my life.

- And the whole goddamn thing was a lie.

- No, Hilary, I believed it too.

I thought that this time

I wouldn't get sick again.

- I thought... I thought you could...

- What? That I could what?

Do you have any idea

of what it's like for me here?

You know, every day, every f***in' day

I wake up to see if you're still alive.

I watch to see if you eat, to see if you sh*t.

And you knew that you were getting sick

again the whole time and you didn't tell me.

How was I supposed to know?

Because I'm not a nurse.

I'm not a f***in' nurse.

You think I don't feel something because I'm

stupid? F*** you, because I feel something!

I feel everything and I can't watch you die!

- Hello.

- M... Mr Geddes.

- This is Hilary O'Neil. I'm your son's...

- I know exactly who you are, Miss O'Neil.

And I must tell you that

if my son is in any danger...

He is. That's why I'm calling.

He's very sick and you need

to come get him now.

Yes, all right. Where?

- Where is he?

- He's, um...

Miss O'Neil.

- Please.

- 3 Main Street, Mendocino.

OK. OK, OK, you did the right thing.

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