Every Day Page #5
Who is that?
Robin. He, uh, he wants her
to rewrite it for me.
Wlth you, a**hole.
We have to re-break it
and give it to him by Monday.
I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.
Okay.
all right?
I'm sure he'll understand.
Look, I have to go.
It's about to start.
Tell him I want a private recital
tomorrow night.
Okay? Love you.
Love you too.
I say we swim before we work.
Helps wipe the slate clean.
My ex's. The only thing
of his I didn't burn.
Basement. Meet you there.
Uh--
[footsteps fading away]
[orchestra music playing]
[jazz music playing]
Okay. I am now officially
coveting your life.
[chuckles]
Isn't it fab?
And no one's ever in it.
There's just something so primal
about swimming, so purifying.
You're really good at this,
aren't you?
At what?
You know how to live.
Well, I figure you better
enjoy it while you got it.
The world could
end tomorrow, right?
What if he fucks his boss?
Uh, his wife's pregnant.
Don't you think
I don't think so.
I think he's overwhelmed,
he's ambivalent.
I bet 80% percent of
the male audience has either done it
or wished they'd done it.
And maybe she's addicted
to doing it in public.
Dressing rooms,
parks, at work.
The danger's just an incredible
turn-on for both of them.
It's like she introduces him
to his deepest, darkest desires.
Just a thought.
Could work.
Time's a wastin'.
Um, I'm, I'm, I'm just gonna,
you know, swim a couple laps.
Purify myself.
Okay.
Sh*t.
(Ethan)
You didn't suck.
You were fantastic.
He knows he didn't suck.
He's just, he's being manipulative
as a way to get more praise.
First of all, you don't play the violin,
so you don't know.
Mm-hmm.
And second of all, you always say
you didn't do good on a test
and then you get it back
and it's an A.
That's entirely different because
you can't know how you did on a test.
It's late, you guys.
Wash up and get ready for bed.
(Ethan)
You can't know how you did in a concert, either.
Dad, we're home.
And you don't know how
it's supposed to sound
'cause you're
not a musician.
(Ernie, slurred singing)
No gal made
Puts a shade
Sweet Georgia Brown
Guys all sigh, I wanna die,
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
[singing]
Hey.
I got it, Dad.
Have a little nightcap,
you know?
Jonah, can you help me?
Shirlee and I always liked
Hey, where is old Shirlee, anyways?
Shirlee
Help me?
[groans]
All right.
I need a refill.
All right. We'll stand up first
and then I'll have a re-- Oh.
Are you sure, I mean,
absolutely sure
we have 28 shocking moments
in every act?
I think he's gonna
What pig wouldn't be in heaven?
Sex in public? Mm?
True.
You know, I should
get a partner.
This is so much more fun
than writing alone.
Oh, it has its pros
and cons, believe me.
Well, you are
definitely a pro.
You're very good at this.
So are you.
You just need to listen
to that voice inside.
Trust it. F*** what people say.
Hmm.
The only trouble is
all the other voices
Gets difficult to hear your own.
Hmm.
I don't think that, uh, well,
I don't think I, I can--
Sure you can.
I don't think I can.
Yeah. Just think of it
as a creative release. Okay?
I can't. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I, I, I
can't do this.
How's Ernie?
Sleeping, finally.
I guess I underestimated
his resourcefulness.
How was Ethan's concert?
Long. But he did great.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
I didn't have a choice.
I had to work.
Does drinking help
the creative process?
We had some wine.
Is that a problem?
I have a job.
If I wanna keep it,
certain things are required of me.
Okay, fine. Be angry.
Why should tonight be any different?
I just wiped my father's ass
and now I'm cleaning up the vomit
from his alcoholic bender.
Am I allowed to be angry?
You're always angry.
You have a shitty
father, all right?
He's critical. He's negative.
He doesn't love you.
How long are you going
to hold onto them
until he's f***in' dead?
So you're the only one
who gets to be angry.
I can see that what's happening
here is a huge downer for you.
You can add it to your list,
next to gay son
sucky job, and wife
who's over forty.
It's not quite the party
you were hoping for?
Maybe there's a better one
happening somewhere else.
I'm sorry
I missed your thing.
Mama said you were fantastic.
I sucked.
(Jonah)
Oh, God. You didn't suck.
You sounded great.
Ernie got drunk
and had diarrhea.
I heard.
It got on the floor
and Mama stepped in it.
Well, that explains
her chipper mood.
Then she started to cry.
Get some sleep.
Oongratulations.
[weeping]
[weeping]
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Hey, so listen.
I'm gonna go to Emily's tonight
and do some homework
Is Emily's mother
gonna be there?
Why? I'm gay.
I'd still like an adult
to be present.
Sarah says she's bi,
but she hasn't even told her mother yet.
That's because Sarah's only
12 years old.
How can you possibly
know what you are
when you're only 12 years old?
Jonah knew when he was 12.
Okay, you. Come on. Come on.
I can't be late.
Let's go.
So can I tell Emily that
It's cool?
(Jeannle)
I can't take you.
I have to take Ernie
to an appolntment
that's gonna last a long time
and then I'm making dinner
and I just can't take you.
It's, it's okay.
I can walk.
Thanks.
So you're meeting
me there, right?
I will if I can.
I can't do this alone, Ned.
Can you please tell Garrett
it's an emergency?
I haven't even told Ernie yet.
Yeah, yeah. I'll,
I'll, I'll meet you there.
Tonight's okay.
So pick me up
at the corner of Lexington
and Jackson at seven.
[beep]
[knocks]
I brought you
some tea and toast.
[moans]
My head is throbbing.
And some aspirin.
No, I'm too nauseous.
That was a lot of
gin you consumed.
It's better if you keep it
in the freezer.
It's better if you
don't drink it.
That's what the
doctor said, right?
What the hell do
the doctors know?
They thought Tommy
had a parasite.
I found a place
I think you'll like.
There's a nurse
there on the premises.
They can bring you
whatever you like.
It's just not
working here, Dad.
I think you were right.
It was a mistake to
bring you out here.
You did the best you could.
I shouldn't have had children.
Shouldn't have been a father.
I didn't like mine, either.
Well, I don't give
a f*** what they think.
I am not changing a word.
Not a period, not a semicolon.
This is the story
I'm telling. Okay.
[beep]
I do not know if
I'm gonna make this season.
The f***ing bloodsuckers
are sucking me dry.
Good first act.
Rewrite, excellent. The whole sex
in public session, I like it.
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