Every Day Page #4

Come on.

Good boy.

Hey. There you go, champ.

Open that thing up for me, will ya?

My fingers are too stiff.

(Jeannle)

What are you doing?

You can't have any of those, Dad.

I told you.

If they kill me, good.

Good. Ah, who the hell cares anyway?

I care!

[grunt]

Go to bed, Ethan.

He told me not to bother you.

It's okay. It's not your fault.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

It's okay.

You wanna kill yourself, Dad,

you should have done it

before I moved you out here

and saved me the trouble.

But you're not doing it

in my house

and you're not using my son

as an accomplice.

So, you here by yourself?

Uh, no. No. I'm,

I'm with a friend from school.

Oh, cool.

Male or female?

Uh, female.

How 'bout you?

Oh, boyfriend.

Yeah, but we're breaking up.

Do you wanna dance?

Yeah. Sure.

Come on.

What do you think?

They said they'll probably have

an opening by the end of the month.

He'll hate it, but he hates everything,

so what difference does it make?

Four thousand a month?

Uh, more.

Depends on what level

of care he needs.

The really nice ones

are between five and ten.

can he afford it?

No, we'd have to pitch in

about $3,000 a month.

Ah.

Unless you wanna keep him here.

But then you'll have to pay

for my institutionalization

which will probably end

up costing you even more.

I don't know what I was thinking.

It's like, 20 years of therapy,

you think I'd never had any.

[breathes deep]

Well--

it's a good thing

I love my job.

I better go pick up Jonah.

Before someone else does.

[club music]

[sighing]

[club music]

It's almost 12.

Yeah. Okay. Sorry. But five more minutes?

This song is about to end.

Now. You were supposed

to meet me outside.

Where's Ashley?

Her mom picked her up early.

Okay. Let's go.

I'm double parked.

Oh, my God! That was so much fun.

I think I just lost

five pounds in sweat.

I just couldn't stop dancing.

What happened to Ashley?

Um, she got nauseous

so her mom had

to pick her up early.

How was the food?

I think that's what made her nauseous.

I, myself, avoided the sushi.

Mm.

So, who'd you dance with?

Um, mostly Ashley.

Um, and then when she left

I met this group of girls from Taft

and I became their best friend.

Who was the guy you

were with when I came in?

Uh, Ian, I think

was his name.

But I'm not sure. The music was too loud.

[chuckles]

How old is he?

I feel like this is

the third degree or something.

No, no, no. I'm just,

you know, interested.

Well, uh, sorry.

He didn't show me his birth certificate,

so I, I'm, I'm not

I'm not sure how old he was.

Definitely looked like

he was in college to me.

I personally think

you'd be better off

going out with someone who's a

little more your age.

We're not going out.

We danced. We met at a dance.

You mind if we not talk about this,

because I had a good time.

And I'd rather not wreck it.

Okay.

[sniff]

[loud radio music]

(Garrett)

No, no, It's, It's like

a homeless shelter. Look.

He designs million-dollar houses.

He can't live in a f***ing cave.

(Brian)

Wow.

Seems in a

pretty shitty mood.

I'm, uh, I'm guessing it's my script.

I saw him reading it at lunch and--

He say anything to you?

[muffled]

No, he's just tired and grumpy.

I'm sure it's got nothing

to do with your script.

Really seemed to love yours.

Well, I got a rape, a threesome,

and a mutilated pet.

What's not to love?

That's true.

Come on, he's

just being generous.

I'm sure he's gonna rewrite the whole thing.

[clears throat]

Brian, there you are.

Uh, Garrett wants to distribute

your script this afternoon

and a couple of your

names didn't clear.

I need you to give me

some alternatives.

Absolutely.

[chuckles]

Wow. Looks like he doesn't plan

on touchlng a thlng.

[chuckles]

That's great.

[chuckles]

Ah, it's just beginner's luck.

Gah, I tell you what, he is going

to be raving about your script

in exactly the same way. Hmm?

Wow.

[piano music playing]

Ernie?

[loud music continues]

Ernie?

[band playing Sweet Georgla Brown]

[music continues]

[click]

[music stops]

You should get dressed.

We have to leave

for Ethan's concert.

Uh, look, I really need

to stay near a bathroom.

Why don't you

just go ahead, okay?

I, I promlse I won't kill myself

while you're gone, all right?

Uh-huh.

Scout's honor.

I'll lock up the knives.

We won't be late.

What were you dreaming about?

Nothin'. I was listening

to Butch Miles.

He was Count Basie's best drummer,

after Jo Jones.

Met him once. But I was

too nervous to even say hello.

Your mother did all the talking.

[music starts again]

So I bought him a cap gun,

a water gun.

I bought him a baseball

glove made out of kangaroo leather.

I bought him a, a hoop, a hoop thing,

for basketball, hydra something.

Hydra-Rib. Yeah.

What'd that run you?

Like, uh, six,

seven hundred bucks.

As long as I don't

have to touch the thing

or watch a kung fu movie,

I don't give a sh*t.

Randy's in charge of athletics.

I just sign the checks.

You change those names?

Yeah, it's done.

The script doesn't work.

It just, it doesn't work.

Okay.

It's boring.

The marriage is boring.

The drinking is boring.

His fight over

those boring kids is boring.

I just want something else.

I want something unexpected.

Okay.

Let him screw a

hooker with AIDS.

Okay.

No, no, no. He's--

I've seen that before.

Just something new.

You've been married

a gazillion years.

You must be

bored senseless.

What do you wanna do?

Uh, I'll find something.

Yeah, well, find it with Robin.

She's gonna help you.

She's been on the show

since the beginning.

She was with me in L.A.

She knows what I like.

Keep it fresh,

right, and sexual.

You know, there's not enough

sex in this episode anyway.

And do it by Thursday

'cause the studio's on my back.

Look, It's a process.

And It's hard.

And no one's

getting fired.

Marni? What time am I editing?

[door closes]

Well. That went even worse

than I imagined it would.

(Robin)

Ned, it's not that big a deal.

He over-dramatizes things.

You know that.

Yeah.

I read it,

I thought it was good.

When were you gonna tell me?

- He asked me not to say anything.

- [scoffs]

Okay, look. We're gonna go through it.

We'll come up with some new beats.

We'll throw in some sex with

a 15-year-old. He will love it.

- Yeah. Try a five-year-old,

then you're in the ballpark.

- It'll be fun.

- We can work at my place.

- We can work here.

- It's right over the bridge.

- I hate this place.

- It's fine.

- It's too sterile.

I do it all the time, all right?

We're gonna order in.

It's not even gonna

feel like work.

Wow. This is, uh, impressive.

[chuckles]

Writing for television does have its perks.

So I hear.

[cell phone rings]

Sorry.

Don't worry.

[beep]

Hey.

(Jeannle)

Where are you?

His concert's about to start.

Oh, sh*t!

I completely forgot.

I have to work.

Garrett hated the script.

He didn't hate it.

Stop exaggerating.

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