Housesitter Page #8

Then we spot

another one!

- We weren't attacked by zeroes!

- You calling me a liar?

- Oh no.

- Son, I think you should talk to Gwen.

- Whose side were you on?

- I can't now.

- It's important you talk to her.

- Who won the '43 world series?

- Bernie. Pop!

- Newton!

- Daddy!

- Gwen!

Winston, hi.

That's not what happened at all.

- It isn't?

- No. I mean...

Dad went through quite a lot during...

you know, the big one.

Iwo?

Happened to

a lot of good men.

Yeah!

- I wanted to show you...

- So beautiful!

- Uh-huh. - Davis, would you

sing "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral"?

- What?

- This would be the perfect time.

I was so moved by that story when you

brought tears to your father's eyes.

- No, no, no.

- It would mean a great deal to me.

Davis has consented

to sing a song...

which is very special

to him and his dad.

Come on, sing.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

Too-ra-loo-ra-lie

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

Hush now

don't ye cry

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

Too-ra-loo-ra-lie

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

It's an Irish

Lullaby

Sing "Roll out

the barrel."

Put a lid on it,

will you, Mom?

Don't take that tone of voice

with your mother. Show some respect.

Winston.

Why, thank you, Bernie.

Something funny?

Oh, we were just

telling "Davis" stories.

Oh, how fun!

Davis! Davis!

Do you remember that time you built that

tree house in my parent's backyard?

- It was so incredible.

- Davis built me a tree house.

He did?

Yes, on our

honeymoon night.

- Really? - Uh-hmm. In a big

tree up in the Boston Common.

The cops didn't stop you hammering away

in the middle of Boston Common?

Remember you used to play

a concertina?

Davis?

I prefabricated the panels and secured

it to the trees with cable suspension.

Isn't he the greatest?

What line of work

are you in, Bernie?

- I'm retired.

- Oh? From what?

From all the big,

hairy bullshit.

Davis, do you remember

our adventure walks?

- Huh? Oh, yeah.

- This one time...

we went lookin' for

a crashed meteor.

Son, could we

speak to you a second?

We've been

talking with Mary...

and she wants to get

back together with Bernie.

Your father and I were thinking,

if they could be close to Gwen...

- Like we're close to you.

- Right.

Well, I'll, I'll build them

a cottage across the pond.

Davis, did we or did we not adventure

walk from Manhattan to Boston?

- Yes, we did.

- Satisfied?

- I never said you didn't.

- Ha! Like hell!

Do you think,

for instance,

that this boy could have designed

a house as creative as this...

on a corporate,

kiss-ass committee?

All I said was that you and Davis

are well-suited for each other.

- I know what that means.

- I meant you're both creative.

In other words, we're both liars.

I hope you're hearing this.

- Sweetheart!

- Are you listening to what she's saying?

- I don't hear anything.

- That's exactly the problem.

You don't hear and

you don't see.

Don't you think I know

you're in love with my husband?

Do you think I don't know about your sympathy

for him for having a fruitcake like me?

You had your chance.

You had it building your tree house,

on adventure walks and on the day he

offered you this house, and you blew it.

I'm the one

who found him.

I'm the one who knows what he's worth

and you're the one he wants.

You're the one he wants,

goddamnit!

I, I'm sorry.

I, I better go after her.

- Davis!

- I'm sorry about this and about my father.

I remember Bernie.

He was always that way.

I don't know what's going on,

but keep this in mind.

I wouldn't have seen this house if it weren't

for that wife or giving you the promotion...

if I hadn't seen

this house.

You are the best.

It was miraculous!

I got the promotion.

- Can I have your handkerchief, please?

- What?

Oh, yeah, right.

It all looked so hopeless,

especially between Becky and your dad,

I mean, Ralph.

In one stroke,

you fixed everything.

Smashing the gifts was a bit over

the top but who am I to complain?

You did it, Gwen.

You did it!

- I want this marriage to work.

- What?

You heard me, damn it.

Was Maui nothing to you?

Or Boomer, the way we were able to work

that out? Okay, we had counseling.

I'm not saying

everything is perfect...

but I really think

this marriage is worth saving.

What marriage?

Gwen?

Gwen.

Would you mind taking me

into town, please?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

Gwen!

Gwen!

- She left me. She left me, Becky.

- Oh, Davis.

I don't know

what got into her.

I thought the relationship

was going fine. I, I really did.

You tried.

You did your best.

I was never

dishonest with her.

I always told her the truth

about you, everything.

Davis?

Was it true about the way

you met her in the hospital,

about the way

you got married,

the trip to Maui and

building that tree house?

Look at me,

I'm crying like an idiot.

Oh, of course

you're crying.

I mean, I'm really...

God, Becky!

Oh, Davis.

Just tell me the truth.

- Becky?

- Yes?

Everything she said

was true.

Gwen!

Gwen!

Gwen, Gwen!

I love you, Gwen.

I wanna marry you.

Is that it?

Well, yeah.

Look, Davis, we're not

right for each other.

- What?

- I can see that now.

I don't want you to feel bad

about any of this.

You were really kind of decent to me,

most of the time.

I can change, Gwen.

I can live in a make-believe world.

Hell, I already was. Half the things

we tell ourselves are fiction.

The only thing I know that's real

is that I love you.

I used to think

that was enough too.

- Isn't it?

- Step aboard, please.

Wait!

Don't you remember the time I had myself

delivered to you in a box for your birthday?

And how the guy I paid

screwed up...

and delivered me

to the wrong apartment?

And how the lady

who opened the box...

freaked out and

started screaming?

And I ran out just as you

poked your head into the hall.

The next thing I know, this one's

bashing me for having an affair...

and this one's bashing me

for being some kind of...

gift-wrapped pervert?

All I had to protect myself

was a dozen roses.

And you never even

read the note.

What did

the note say?

I'll tell you what it said.

It said...

Marry me, Gwen.

I'm lost without you.

What about my parents?

I love you, Gwen.

Actually, it's Jessica.

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