Heart and Souls Page #3

We don't want to, Thomas, but we have to go.

No, please! I'll do anything you want.

I'll pretend you're not there, okay?

It will be a secret.

Oh, we can't do that, sweetie. It doesn't work.

Don't cry.

We're gonna be right here watchin' over you.

- Just quietly.

- You'll be okay, kiddo.

You'll grow up, you'll forget about us.

No, I won't. I won't!

- So long, buckaroo.

- Come back. Don't leave me!

Milo!

I'm so sorry, Thomas.

You said you were my special friends,

and special friends don't go away.

You're gonna find new friends.

You certainly will. You are a great guy.

I don't want new friends. I want you.

I just wish I could give you a big hug.

- Julia!

- Goodbye, sweetie.

- I love you.

- I love you.

Come back.

- Goodbye, Thomas.

- Please stay!

Oh! Harrison!

- Thomas?

- Huh?

I am so proud of you.

Don't go! Penny.

Thomas, no worries.

I need you.

Just come back, come back.

Come back, don't go!

Don't go, come back!

Milo!

Julia! Harrison!

Julia! Harrison!

Penny! Milo!

"I have a nice pair

of 100% wool socks.

"I don't think they're gonna bother you."

I said, "You're telling me what's gonna

bother me, what I'm gonna feel allergic to."

So I ended up getting a dozen pairs...

- Pairs, not 25% nylon.

- 25% nylon. Have I told you this before?

When Thomas was about 15.

- Where are we, anyway?

- Stellar Aviation. Another bankruptcy.

Don't you ever pay attention?

I wonder why they always send

Thomas to do this.

- 'Cause it doesn't seem to bother him.

- It does.

Ohh.

Stop it, would you?

You're never gonna catch one.

Hey, look, I'm a man.

You're a dead man.

You bug my ass. You've been

buggin' my ass since the early '70s.

- This guy chose it.

- Hey, Patterson, how you doin'?

Use the same damn parts if you got to,

but get going.

Yes, sir.

Patterson, where you been?

What are you trying to do, Mr. Reilly?

What am I tryin' to do?

I'm trying to contact you. I phoned, I faxed,

I messengered, I paged.

You're very mysterious.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So get to the point, huh?

You're aware of the bankruptcy hearing

on Monday?

Yes, of course I'm aware of it.

Okay. Well, I just dropped by

to tell you that my bank and...

Well, actually, the rest of your creditors

have decided to push for liquidation.

What?

Look, I'm not bankrupt,

I'm just behind a little.

A little behind, 6.4 million, $6,429,089.

We're gonna reorganize under Chapter 11.

So it's gonna take some time.

So you and the others, you're just gonna

have to wait for your money.

See, we have waited, and we've watched you

drain more money out of this company.

Think you can take me on, Reilly?

If you think you have a case

for reorganization,

convince the judge.

How many more years of this? Huh?

When's he gonna retire?

It's amazing these things

can get off the ground.

Look, Tim, I paid you 185 bucks

to detail my car, and you know what I...

No. I'm seeing streaks,

I'm seeing streaks on the windshield,

streaks on the dash.

So I'm gonna bring it back in Saturday,

waste my weekend allowing you

to explore your incompetence, all right?

Oh, by the way...

I hate that phone. He's always on it.

Saves him time.

Doesn't save him enough time

to call his mother and his father, does it?

- Yeah.

- Hi, it's Noelle.

- What do you got for me?

- A staff meeting this afternoon,

and Anne called.

She canceled your lunch at Postrio.

She did? Why?

Oh, she found this great new place.

Nobody knows about it.

-You should just meet her there.

-Uh-huh.

Here's the address.

Oh, I know this place.

I used to come here when I was a kid.

- Isn't it beautiful?

- But it isn't a restaurant, is it?

Nah, it's full of plants

and flowers and stuff.

You know what? I broke into this joint.

Mid-'50s, Valentine's Day.

- My girlfriend needed flowers.

- At least it's not crowded here.

I hate it when people walk through me.

It depends on who it is.

That's another place

where we're different, Milo.

I always considered it

an invasion of my personal space.

Sorry I'm late, honey.

God, how did you get them

to let you use this place?

- They owe me.

- Yeah?

Yeah, I did the PR

for their fundraiser last year.

- Huh.

- Mmm.

Stop it with your

"What's she getting me into?" look.

Oh, come on, Anne. You know, you're...

You're doing something here.

Yeah, lunch.

Well, it looks good.

- Ah! Barbados.

- Right. Very good.

Yeah, it was the closest I could come

on my lunch break.

So, relax, eat.

Thank you.

I'm just trying to get us out of our routine.

Barbados?

Where they first met.

Don't you remember anything?

I like this girl.

Hmm. Much better than little

Miss Look-At-My-Butt.

"Everybody,

Thomas, look at my butt."

What about the other one with the legs?

I'm telling you,

this is the one.

You don't think she's getting

fed up with him already, do you?

Just because we do the same thing

over and over again doesn't, you know...

You call that routine?

Well, yeah, sure, anybody would.

I mean, so would my parents.

- Speaking of my parents.

- Mmm-hmm.

They're gonna be in town tomorrow night,

and we'd love you to stop by. I mean...

I mean, you know, it's no big deal.

If you're around and...

- Uh-huh.

- Bingo. 30 seconds, he's out of here.

No! It's high time.

He should meet her parents.

Oh, God. The parent moment, right?

Come on, Thomas, she's not gonna

wait around forever. Don't blow it!

- Marry her, don't marry her.

- Phone me when it's over.

Oh, okay, the parent moment.

I don't have any problem

with meeting your parents.

At some point.

"At some point"?

God, you know, listen to you.

Anytime things get remotely serious,

you start...

I don't know, wiggling around.

Hmm?

I thought you liked it when I wiggled around.

God, where did I go wrong?

Guy likes to play the field, you know.

Takes after me.

A baboon in heat takes after you.

Oh, Julia, you're killing me.

You're killing me.

Oh, yeah, I'm already dead. I forgot.

Huh.

You guys.

It is time! Whoo!

"It's time, whoo"?

All right, all right, all right, I'm a little late.

I should have picked you up

about 15 or 20 years ago,

but, you know, up there,

time's a little relative.

Let's go, dead people.

Time to, you know, to go.

I'm taking you onwards.

I know you.

You're the bus driver.

Very good. Now come on.

You're the idiot that got us all killed.

Yeah. You lousy bastard.

Because of you, I've spent the last 30 years

coolin' my heels with Mr. Excitement here.

I... I can't get a decent meal,

I can't get a smoke, and especially,

I can't get laid.

You've turned me into a goddamn monk!

Hey, back off! I died in that crash, too.

We are so sorry.

Aren't you even gonna apologize

for what you did?

Well, I'm doing penance.

I'm driving this bus around

for the next 500 years.

Believe me, I'm sorry.

And it's not like they gave me

the opportunities that you got.

- Opportunities?

- Yeah.

For what?

We know we're not dead.

We know we're not alive.

We know we're not there.

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