Hannah Free Page #6

like she could cure cancer.

She wants to see you, Mama...

and I want you

to die in peace.

And Hannah never

brought you peace.

I've gotta go.

Mason's gonna be

cuttin' that placemat up

into tiny little squares.

I love you.

Goodnight. Sleep tight.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Why can't you

do that in the garage?

'Cause it's cold out there

and there's not enough light.

Besides, you're in here.

Oh, baloney.

Why don't ya

come to bed, huh?

I could wear something else

to Lily's funeral.

My bowling shirt's clean.

It's not like I'm gonna be

the star attraction.

They're all gonna be

lookin' in at Lily

to see what hair color

they went with.

Wait.

You know I've never been

good at waitin'.

Come on.

Your neck hurt?

I'll never get over this.

Now you kiss me.

You're in so much trouble.

Get in here.

Dear Jackie,

You write such lively letters

I can't compete.

We don't do much

whitewater rafting

up here at the home.

Yes, I think about New Mexico.

But that's not where

my life is...

My life's here.

I guess it always was.

Go watch the sun rise over

the mountains for me, will ya?

And good luck

with your golf swing.

Yours truly...

Much love, Hannah.

Hi.

Hey.

Feeling down?

No.

Why do you keep

comin' back every day?

If I was your age,

I sure as hell

wouldn't be wastin' my time

listenin' to some

old broad beat her gums.

Well, maybe you just weren't

as sensitive as I am.

Hannah?

Still here.

I hope you won't be mad.

Don't worry.

Whatever it is,

you can outrun me easy.

You know those books

you loaned me?

Yeah what happened to 'em?

Your dog ate 'em?

Hannah, they're wonderful.

Especially the novel.

I couldn't put it down.

So what's so bad about that?

You said it wasn't any good.

Well, that's what I was told.

Hannah, I hope you

won't be upset...

I faxed the first chapter to

this professor friend of mine.

She loved what she read.

And if you let me

send her the whole thing,

I know she'll publish it.

It's not a big

New York publishing company,

but people could

read your book.

Jesus, I'd love to see that.

But you'd better tell 'em

not to keep it too long

at the printers.

- Hannah!

- Well...

Why wasn't it

published years ago?

Hell, I tried.

I sent it out.

And I got it back. A lot.

Some guy at Random House

or Scribners

wrote me a really lousy letter.

He said he wanted to

'save me from further

embarrassment'.

Why? Because it doesn't have

some guy jacking off

in a bullring in Spain?

I suspect the reason was

because it was about

two women together.

But it's good.

Doesn't that count?

Happens all the time, honey.

What the hell.

I've had a good life.

I did what I wanted,

pretty much.

Except now.

Well, even now...

if I could

just be with Rachel.

It's not so bad

coming to the end

if you're not alone.

Sh*t. You're awful.

So why do you

keep comin' back?

The truth?

Always.

She really is

my great grandmother.

She who?

Rachel.

I wasn't lying when

I told the nurse that.

Are you kiddin'?

No, I'm not.

But I met all her family.

And you met me.

Years ago, you took me fishing

so I wouldn't hear

Marge and my mom

fighting about Daddy.

And we never came back

to Michigan after that.

But I always remember

Rachel's hot chocolate

and going fishing with you.

You're Barbara's girl.

And you were wearing

a yellow dress.

Boy, I sure didn't

have you figured.

I had you figured.

You and Rachel.

I came out a couple years ago...

I've always had

crushes on girls.

So you want me to be

your lesbian heritage?

You gonna write

a song about me?

I just wanted to

get to know you better.

You and Great Grandma Rachel.

Jesus Christ...

That means Marge

is your grandmother.

Sorry.

That's why I wanted you

to get to like me

before I told you.

So...

You seen the old battle-ax?

Only once up here.

And not on purpose.

And last year

at Mom's funeral.

Rachel and I were

in here by then.

Mom was kind of like

how Rachel is now...

Lots of tubes and machines.

It was up to me.

I had to let her go.

I wish I could do that

for Rachel.

Well, why don't you?

I mean, what's the worst

anyone could do, arrest you?

Lock you up somewhere?

Got a point there, kid.

You must hate

seeing her like this.

I just don't know

if I've got the guts

to say that last goodbye.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What are you doing

with that suitcase?

What suitcase?

The one under the bed.

You just kicked it under there

when you heard me coming.

Where do you think

you're going?

The Himalayas.

Why?

I just need a change.

Michigan doesn't

have any mountains.

I mean, I know

you've got the Porcupines...

Michigan has me.

Well, you could come.

Hannah, I'm older than dirt.

Right. And you've never

crossed the state line.

I've never needed to.

What are you looking for?

I don't know, exactly.

I just need something different.

Different just for the sake

of different?

Yeah.

Well, that's the stupidest thing

I've ever heard in my life,

and I've been listening

to you for over 40 years.

I'll be back by spring.

Don't you dare!

What?

If you walk out that door,

don't come back!

Get your junk out of my garage!

And don't send me

a Christmas card!

Just go. Go!

Jesus.

Don't you know

where your home is?

Don't you know that yet?

Hannah, a dog

is smarter than you.

Well, what about what I want?

All our lives have been

about what you want.

This is about what I want.

You've had your chance to roam.

Now, dammit, stay home!

Sit on the porch with me,

and mow the lawn.

Put your clothes in the closet.

Clean the cat box.

Don't just visit...

be with me.

I know every inch

of this place -

every flower, every nail,

every bullfrog.

There's just never

anything new for me to see.

If you can't find yourself,

be yourself,

here with me,

where can you?

- Rachel.

- It's not out there...

It's here.

I'll try...

I'll try.

Do better than try.

It's almost dawn, Hannah.

Just let me sit with her

for a few more minutes.

Well, sure.

Look, we don't have

to do this tonight.

We can wait till tomorrow.

I never liked doin' that.

Neither did she.

Wash the dishes now,

don't leave 'em.

Right, Rachel?

It's time.

Rachel...

What am I gonna

do without you?

You'll never be without me.

I look at you two

and that's what I want.

I'm just sorry you never

got to really know Rachel.

I do...

Through you.

Goodbye, kiddo.

Sh*t, I heard that.

So, finally it's your turn

to leave me, huh, Rachel?

I just wish we coulda had

Greta and her gal over.

You know, sit and eat

your potato salad on the porch?

Wouldn't we have liked that?

We coulda gone to

visit Greta in Minneapolis -

if I ever coulda

gotten you outta town.

Ah, Rachel, there are parades

and festivals, newspapers,

and women's bookstores,

that we never

in our wildest imaginings...

I just wish it

could've come sooner.

So, is that, is that,

uh, is that the one?

'Cause I don't wanna

just unplug the clock.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes