Holidaze Page #4
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2013
- 86 min
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JEN--
(slap)
OH! WOW. SOMEONE'S CRANKY.
(chuckles) JEN, YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST WAITED
A COUPLE WEEKS:
(sighs) GUYS?
(vehicles passing)
(sighs)
MEL!
(horns honking in distance)
MEL?
ARE YOU OKAY?
(sighs) YOU--YOU CAN'T--YOU
CAN'T RUN OFF LIKE THAT, OKAY?
YOU HIT YOUR HEAD.
OH. WHAT, AM I SUPPOSED
TO JUST BELIEVE:
THAT EVERYTHING I REMEMBER--
MY WHOLE LIFE--
IS JUST A DELUSION
JUST... (sighs)
JUST THIS PART, I GUESS.
COME ON.
OKAY.
SEE SOMETHING?
YOU REMEMBER SOMETHING?
THAT I'M GETTING PUNK'D.
OKAY, HERE. TAKE THIS.
TAKE THIS, OKAY?
(brakes squeal)
(car door opens)
(car doors close)
OH, GOD. DON'T TELL ME
I HAVE KIDS.
NOT YET,
GROSS.
WE'LL COME BY LATER, OKAY?
BYE.
(cell phone beeps)
THAT'S, UH,
WE'RE ALMOST FINISHED
RENOVATING.
YEAH, THIS IS WHERE
YOU SLIPPED AND FELL. EXACTLY.
WHAT--WHAT ELSE
DO YOU REMEMBER?
WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER
ABOUT US?
I REMEMBER EVERYTHING.
WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO START?
WE DATED:
GOT ENGAGED RIGHT OU OF COLLEGE.
BOUGHT THE INN. I GO THE JOB OFFER IN CHICAGO.
YOU DIDN'T WANNA GO.
THE ENGAGEMENT,
OKAY.
AND THEN WE BOUGH THIS PLACE BACK
NO.
I DIDN'T COME BACK.
UH, YES, YOU DID.
YOU REMEMBER?
IT WAS, UH,
YOUR DAD DIED,
AND--AND YOU STAYED.
NO, I DIDN'T. I LEF RIGHT AFTER THE FUNERAL.
FOR WORK.
NOT TO FEEL GUILTY
I DIDN'T STAY.
DON'T BE RIDICULOUS.
YOU KNOW HOW UPSET YOUR MOM WAS.
A TERRIBLE ONE.
SO OBVIOUSLY IT'S GONNA
TAKE SOME TIME,
BUT YOU--
YOU WILL. HEY.
YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?
OKAY, HOW MANY TIMES
YOU LOVE I WHEN I CALL YOU THAT.
OKAY, NOW I KNOW
I'M HALLUCINATING.
(clanging)
OH, THANKS.
OKAY.
(footsteps approach)
YEAH, I AM.
MOM.
SWEETHEART, TRY SOME
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
HEY, MEL. WE ARE
ALL FINISHED HERE.
HEY, YOU.
GOOD JOB.
OKAY. I'LL... HELP OUT.
SURE.
(dishes clink)
CAN I GET A REFILL,
MEL-A-DOODLE?
FOOD DRIVE'S ALREADY
MATCHED LAST YEAR'S, MEL.
PATTY THINKS YOU'RE A SAINT.
SO DO I.
YOU BETCHA.
OWNER'S DAY OFF, RUSS.
WAIT. I OWN THIS PLACE?
MM-HMM.
UH, YES, YOU DO.
IN FACT...
AWESOME, RIGHT?
YOU'VE ALREADY GOT INTERES FROM LIMITED PARTNERS.
THE FIRST ONE:
COME HERE, HONEY.
HERE'S YOUR TEA, SWEETIE.
OH, THANKS, MOM.
SO...
"LIFE IS PLANNED
"TO MAKE YOU DO
ALL THE PARTICULAR THINGS
YOU PARTICULARLY
DON'T WANT TO DO."
ALWAYS.
WHY? IS IT TRIGGERING
SOMETHING?
(speaking Mandarin)
(continues speaking Mandarin)
I'M SORRY.
I CAN'T--
I-I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
(speaking Mandarin)
XIXIE. XIXIE.
(speaks Mandarin)
(door creaks)
(sighs)
HMM.
(flips page)
(door creaks)
(cup clatters)
OVULATION CHART.
YOU KNOW.
UGH. OKAY.
(laughs nervously)
AND I MADE AN OVULATION CHART.
HEY, UH... SO, SHOULD I
MAYBE THAT IS A...
BEST. UM, WELL,
YOU KNOW...
OBVIOUSLY, IT'S YOUR ROOM,
SO... IT'S UP TO YOU.
I COULDN'T FIND MY PAJAMAS,
SO I BORROWED A SHIRT.
UM, NO, ACTUALLY.
THAT'S YOURS.
OH.
LOVELY.
(jeans thud)
UH, OKAY.
(clears throat)
UM... HEY,
THAT YOU REMEMBER
I SLEEP NAKED?
OR THAT THIS--
TO JOG YOUR MEMORY AND SENDING
NOPE, PRETTY MUCH LOOKS THE SAME
BUT THANKS FOR TRYING. (laughs)
YEAH. WELL, THE DOCTOR DID SAY
"ANY LITTLE THING,"
SO... YOU KNOW.
REALLY?
YEAH.
HMM.
NO!
THAT'S RIGHT.
(laughs)
WHENEVER YOU LAUGH
TOO HARD.
(laughs) OKAY.
HMM.
(sighs)
EVERYTHING ABOUT ME, HUH?
YES, I DO.
I KNOW--I KNOW EVERYTHING.
I KNOW THAT YOU LIKE MAYONNAISE
THE SMELL OF RAIN ON CONCRETE.
I KNOW YOU HATE:
TECHNO MUSIC. I...
(inhales deeply) I KNOW
AT FUN WORLD...
(whispers)
BECAUSE I WAS THERE.
SINCE I FELT LIKE
SOMEBODY KNEW ME.
FOR YEARS I WONDER WHAT IT WOULD
BE LIKE IF I HADN'T LEFT.
ONLY NOW I'M HERE
AND I DON'T KNOW IF...
(sighs)
(switch clicks)
SOMETHING LIKE...
EXACTLY. STILL APPLIES.
I HATE YOU.
(chuckles)
(floorboard creaks)
(hangers clacking)
(floorboard creaks)
UGH.
OH!
WELL PLAYED, KARMA.
UH, NOTHING.
'CAUSE IT'S--IT'S--IT'S, UH...
COLD OUT.
(sighs) I'M SORRY.
I CAN'T DO IT.
I-I TRIED. I TRIED
BUT THIS ISN'T ME.
THIS--THIS ISN'T MY LIFE.
UH... I AM--I'M VICE PRESIDEN OF A GLOBAL CORPORATION.
YOU WANNA--YOU WANNA
I'LL TAKE YOU, OKAY?
TO THE CITY? FINE!
I'LL--I'LL MOVE BACK. JUST DON' LEAVE ME AGAIN, OKAY?
IT WAS...
OF MY LIFE.
WHAT?
IT WAS?
INCREDIBLY HAPPY.
THE FOOD... IN THE FRIDGE THAT--
WOULDN'T HAVE TO THROW IT OUT.
I PUT YOUR PILLOW
IN A PLASTIC BAG
OKAY, THAT'S A LITTLE
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