Housesitter Page #7

I know about you. I know about Ernie

Phillips, your knight in shining armor.

I know about finding yourself

married in Akron at sixteen.

What difference

does it make?

What difference

does it make?

It's the difference between fact

and fiction, for crying out loud!

Between real and unreal,

between human interaction and bullshit.

Just for once, Gwen,

just for laughs, tell me the truth.

Tell me why, for God's sake,

did you come here?

I, I just wanted to see what it

would be like to live in that picture.

Not just the house,

but...

the town and...

the people,

the life.

I never had anything

like that before.

I really didn't intend

for it to get this elaborate.

It's just that everyone around here

keeps treating me like I'm somebody.

Except you.

What are you doing?

Catching a bus.

This is not something

you can just walk out on,

not after all

we've been through.

How am I supposed to get the promotion

you gave me that Becky thinks I've got,

if Moseby comes tomorrow

and finds you gone?

Do yourself a favor, Davis.

Let it go.

Hey, we made a deal.

The deal also included

that we got divorced, remember?

- I'll pay you alimony.

- What?

You just stay and help me

through the reception tomorrow.

- I'll, I'll give you

a hundred bucks a month.

For life?

Yeah, or until you remarry,

that's the custom, isn't it?

You're too much.

So, what do you say?

All right,

I'll stay.

Just keep your wallet

in your pocket, Davis.

- I want you to have something.

- I don't want your money.

I will take

the furniture, though.

Okay, George,

the turkey's got two more hours.

The jell-o mold's

in the fridge.

I'm gonna get

to these cookies.

- Sweetheart, did you borrow a punch bowl?

- Yeah.

- From Aunt Millie.

- Aunt Louise.

- Not Aunt Millie?

- Don't start, Pop.

- Gwen's folks in yet?

- Yes, she's picking them up now.

Ralph? Mary?

- Hello.

- Hey, where you been?

Oh, have I got a job

for you.

I'm gonna go in and see

if Gwen's folks have arrived.

- You must be the lucky man.

- Well...

We're Gwen's folks.

I'm Ralph.

Excuse me.

Bernie Dunckle, U.S.S. Pennsylvania,

Assistant Gunner's Mate.

That's Mary.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- They look good. Where'd you get 'em?

- I knew them at the Budapest.

- Uh-oh, here we... Let me

get that, Mom. - Oh, thank you.

All right, big moment now.

George and Edna Davis,

Bernie and Mary Dunckle.

- Here you go.

- I'll take that.

Put her there, pal.

- Hello.

- Oh, yes, hello.

I can't tell you how delighted

we are that our peach...

did so goddamn well

for herself.

A firm grip. I like that.

- You know this is a damn nice adobe.

- Thank you, Bernie.

Okay, let's start off

with one of Gwen with her folks.

- I'm not dressed yet.

- You look fine.

Mom, the guests are

starting to arrive.

Leave your mother be.

She's excited. All right.

Let's have one

with just the moms.

You take this.

Bernie and I will go and break the ice.

- Break it? Let's melt it.

- George!

- Ray!

- Oh, Ray!

I brought

the whole clan with me.

- Bernie Dunckle, U.S.S. Pennsylvania.

- Bernie!

Come on over.

- No, Bobo. Come on, outside.

- What a greeting!

Gwen! Mary!

Where did they get off to?

Here you go.

Hello.

Oh... my... God.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Where's Gwen?

- I was just going to ask you that.

Hi!

Sweetheart, the guests are arriving.

You're needed pronto.

Is that the best you could do for parents?

You got them off the street,

for God's sake!

Gwen? Gwen!

Oh God!

I see you.

Would you please get the hell away

from the keyhole?

- What is it? What's going on?

- Just go away.

Moseby's going to be here and your

parents can't carry it off without you.

Please, Gwen.

- Here is the bedroom...

- Gwen!

- Something wrong, son?

- Uh, no.

- Is Gwen in there?

- She won't come out.

She's nervous or something.

Oh boy, Moseby's here.

Oh God, all right.

Moseby?

U.S.S. Pennsylvania!

Stay! Stay!

Stay!

Hi, how are you?

- Davis, you look great!

- Maybe you should talk to her.

Hello?

It's Mommy, angel.

We're all

waiting for you.

- Nice house, Newton!

- Great, thank you.

- Where's Gwen?

- Oh, sorry.

- Oh, Becky. Hi.

- Hi.

- Uh, where's Gwen?

- She's in her room and she won't come out.

- She wanted this reception.

- This is what it's like with her.

I try, and I try,

and I try.

- Davis, there you are!

- Mr. Moseby.

It was great talking,

Aunt Bea.

- Where's Gwen's dad?

- Let's take a look.

Talk to me, sweetheart.

What is it?

He's such a lovely young man,

with a beautiful house...

and a wonderful family.

What's the matter?

It's all gonna end.

What is,

sweetheart?

You wouldn't understand, Mom.

Now, go away.

I wouldn't understand?

Your own mother?

Please, Gwen,

don't shut me out.

Don't keep shutting me

out of your life.

Don't treat me like a stranger,

someone you just met on the street.

Is one of these guys

Gwen's dad?

- Gee, I don't know.

It was 40 years ago. Hi.

Hi, Newton.

- I think maybe this guy?

- That guy?

No, not that guy.

These are all old men now.

Not old men. But let's,

let's go look for him up in the loft.

You're breaking your mother's heart,

young lady!

- Don't yell at her.

- She's my daughter too.

She probably locked herself

in the bedroom...

because she didn't wanna

watch you get drunk!

So, it's my fault, is it?

That's right, always blame me.

- It's not like you were a lousy mother.

- Bernie.

You wanna see drinking,

I'll show you drinking.

Oh no.

Both bookcases are counterweighted

so they can pivot easily,

- enabling the entire room to be opened up.

- Hmm.

Where's Gwen's dad

and Gwen?

They might be in the kitchen.

I wanted to show the kitchen...

because a lot of architects

forget about the kitchen.

Gwen?

I don't know what all the situation

is between you and your folks,

or between you and Newton,

for that matter.

So, I can't

give you advise.

I won't tell you

what to do.

I, I can only say,

we love you, Gwen.

You're family now.

I don't know if that

means anything anymore.

But, we're here for you,

sweetheart,

if you need us.

You are still

in there, aren't you?

With the furnace positioned that way,

the duct work is minimized.

- I want to show you the front closet.

- You don't think they're in there?

- No, no.

- Hi, Newton.

How were you able to do this

on your salary?

Mainly I borrowed from my dad.

You know how he and I are.

- I wanna show you the windows.

- Moseby!

- Yes?

- Assistant Gunner's Mate, Bernard Dunckle.

- U.S.S. Pennsylvania.

- Seaman Third Class, Winston Moseby.

This is great.

Your face is familiar.

- I was thinking the same about you.

- I'm just gonna say one word.

- "Midway."

- Oh, what a night!

We got hit midships

by a torpedo.

Just then a Japanese zero

comes in real low.

I get him in my sights,

flames all around.

Gun's so hot I can hardly handle it.

Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat.

I get him! Take that,

you motherless son of Hirohito!

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