It Runs in the Family Page #4

Anything you want, Katie.

Whose number is that?

That? That number right there

is the number for the burn unit

at the Mount Sinai Hospital.

You know, in case it gets

a little bit too steamy tonight.

What the hell's going on here, Alex?

Prostitution, drugs, rock 'n' roll?

We just got a call from Waxman

over at Martine.

How's his lisp these days?

- Have you gone wacko?

- Could you excuse us, please?

Not that I'm aware of, no.

Opposing counsel against a client!

What do you mean?

Do the words "due diligence"

ring a bell?

That project that you just flew into,

with your goddamn pro-bono cape

flapping all over the place,

happens to be owned and run

by Martine.

They're threatening

to switch counsel.

That's a nine million dollar account

for this firm! Nine million!

They are breaking the law, Barney.

- What's this?

- They're called pupusas.

They're from Rosario.

Must I remind you

that our currency does not come

in the form of tortillas!

Pupusas.

You have been taken off

the Martine account.

That probably makes the best sense.

Might as well take me off everything.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

Look, Alex, just because you thumbed

your nose at becoming a partner

doesn't mean you don't have

obligations to this firm.

This is too big a screw-up to ignore.

Even for the founding partner's son.

Yeah.

Sh*t. Dad.

It's Asher returning your call.

Where'd I catch you?

I'm in the library.

What'd they do?

Roll a couple of kegs in there?

No, Dad.

I'm just doing a little writing.

Oh, that's good.

I'd love to read something

you write, whenever it feels OK.

That's, that's fantastic, Dad.

I appreciate that.

How's that...

How's that job-hunt coming?

Dad, I'm late for class, OK?

That's not the reason

I called you.

I wanted to know if you wanted

to go to the game tonight.

I got tickets.

Thought we'd have a couple of beers.

I can't.

I'm talking about the Yankees.

Box seats.

Listen, Dad, I can't go. All right?

I'm sorry. I'll give you a call back.

What the hell?

I'm watching the Yankees!

Turn that thing off!

Let's go.

- Up. We're going to dance.

- Are you out of your mind?

Just about.

That's why you're going to turn off

that box and dance with me.

Off, Mitchell. That's not off.

I wanted to see that game, too.

Hold me.

I am holding you.

No, you fool.

Hold me like you love me.

There. That's better.

It's good, huh?

So, how're you doin', buddy?

Everything OK?

Yeah. Game's good.

I didn't mean just the game.

Food's good.

No, I mean

How's your life going?

Anything you wanna ask the old man?

Now's your chance. And I have

a little bit of experience you know.

Nah, I'm good.

Now batting for the New York

Yankees, number 19, Robin Ventura.

Bottom of the sixth...

...hit well, right field.

Gibbons makes a sliding grab.

Ventura has hit the ball well

all four times tonight.

One away in the Yankee eighth.

I was thinking a nightgown

in that mercerised Egyptian cotton.

Lots of pictures appear.

Slinky, yeah.

It moved! This is great!

Let me get a pen,

I don't wanna forget this.

I want to write this down.

Wait a minute. Hang on.

Comfortable?

Talking?!

Evelyn! Ninth inning. Get in here!

...right back to Julio.

He trots to first, throws a ski

in time. Ball. Game over!

And Baltimore wins.

Lousy game.

They shoulda yanked that pitcher

in the third inning.

That was a big mistake.

A big mistake.

Your bath is ready.

And I'm ready, too.

You can't take a bath

in your clothes.

Get up.

Get up, woman.

No, don't you dare do that.

Get up, woman.

Goddamn, Evelyn, get up!

Well, we were wondering

what happened to you.

I thought you'd give

public transportation a break,

come out with your family today.

- I always take the train.

- I know you like the train.

Somebody woulda picked you up. Or

I would have come and picked you up.

Where's Uncle Stephen?

He's in bad shape.

The doctor wouldn't let him come.

What are all these cars doing

on my place?

They're friends of Mom's,

come to pay their last respects.

When I think of my mother...

I think of her posture,

the way that she carried herself

through life.

She was upright.

With dignity. Always.

And those laser eyes of hers.

Seeing right through you.

One look from her,

she knew what the truth was,

whatever the situation was.

When I think of my mother,

I think of the word, "grace".

That was a word

that was invented for her.

She set the standard...

in loyalty, family pride

and love.

She taught me well,

in what to look for

when choosing a wife.

So, Mom, I thank you.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm gonna pick up some stuff

so I thought I'd take it for a ride.

What's the matter with

your Kraut car?

- It's Japanese.

- Still the enemy.

We're not at war any more. Remember?

They're not the enemy.

They may be yours.

My brother lost his legs

because of the Nazi bastards.

Dad, I know that. All I wanted to do

was just take it for a spin.

Nobody else drives this Chevy but me.

Fine.

Just keep your precious car.

You shouldn't be driving

a goddamn shopping cart,

better yet a '55 Chevy.

Are you all right?

Was everything the way

you wanted it? The service?

Not very religious.

You're standing on one leg.

What?

An old prophet was once asked,

"Can you tell me the meaning

of religion, standing on one leg?"

Well, what did he say?

Do unto others

as you would have them do unto you.

That's my belief.

We must be nice to people.

- And are you?

- God, no.

Did you get the bread?

Do you believe in doing unto others

as you would have them do unto you?

What?

Your father does.

My father believes you do to others

before they do to you.

Sorry, Dad. I couldn't resist that.

Isn't it time you learnt how?

At least, occasionally? To resist?

- What do you want to eat?

- Fish.

We have white fish, and we have lox.

Fresh fish.

We don't have any fresh.

We have a lake.

Well, why don't you and Alex

take the boat out,

and go catch a fish?

Now? Rebecca, this is ridiculous.

I'll need a partner to row the boat.

You and me both.

Your father needs a partner.

Your father's asking

for your company.

Rebecca, what is the problem?

Fish don't like that.

I got a call from Jim Lindsey

the other day.

What's he calling you about?

He said he saw a guy out here

who was assessing the property.

On your instructions.

So? Testing the market.

Testing the market?

- You're trying to sell the house?

- What do you care?

What do you mean, "What do I care?"

I love this house.

It's got Mom's memories all over.

- Why would you think about selling?

- You never come up here any more.

We used to come here all the time,

and we will again.

Now, why wouldn't you have

the decency of telling me?

Maybe Rebecca and I would like to

take over ownership of the property!

I'm not asking you to give it to me,

Dad. God forbid!

We'd write you a cheque!

Could you chill out, please?

You're scaring my bites, all right?

Don't hold the pole like that.

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