James White Page #6

Hey.

Hi.

What's going on'?

You okay'?

I dropped a glass.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I have to get to the bathroom.

You got to go now'?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

All right, I'm going to put

one arm over me. Okay.

All right.

Okay.

Almost there, I got you.

I got you. I'll do it.

[cries out]

I'll do it, all right.

All right,

I'm going to stand up.

One, two.

[cries our] All right,

sorry, sorry, sorry.

[saw]

Here.

[groan]

You just want to be carried, huh?

Like a princess. [moaning]

Okay.

Sorry.

Nope, no, it's okay, okay.

Oops.

Okay, you got to stand here

for a second, okay'?

Just for a second, I got you.

[groaning]

I got you.

You good?

Yeah.

Down. Okay.

Okay.

Okay-

Okay-

[sounds of defecation]

Okay, I'm right here.

I got you.

Mm.

Okay.

[exhales]

Okay.

All right, you got to put

your arm around me.

Mm.

Ready?

Go.

Okay.

I got to sit.

I got to sit.

Okay, okay.

Sit right there.

Okay.

Take a break.

[both panting]

Take a break.

Whoo.

Whoo.

It feels like someplace

else in here. Yeah.

That's nice.

Yeah.

I just got to sit a minute.

Close your eyes.

[inhales deeply]

Take a deep breath in.

[inhales]

[exhales] Exhale all

the negative out.

Deep breath.

[inhales]

Push it all out.

[exhales]

Cancer's gone.

You beat it.

[both inhale and exhale deeply]

Where do you want to be'?

Paris.

Hear the sounds of the streets.

The cars on the street.

The wind.

Relax your mind.

My wife and I move there.

We got two beautiful boys.

You live next door

in a beautiful one bedroom.

You have all your books.

I want some Billie.

Mm.

["There is No Greater

Love" by Billie Holiday]

You show my children all

the museums on Sundays.

You teach them about everything.

We have dinner at my house

every Friday as a family.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

Smell the flowers

in the flower market,

see the Louvre,

see Rodin in the Garden.

See me happy.

Mm. See me as a father.

See me as a kind and loving man.

See me smile

to see you so happy.

My children love their grandma.

You watch them grow up.

You tell them my secrets

when they're old enough.

You meet a man you love.

He's French.

Ex-pat.

What'?

Ex-pat.

Ex-pat.

He's an ex-pat.

He's a wonderful man who fits

perfectly in our family.

He loves you.

He inspires you.

He values you.

He holds your hand

through everything.

He's adventurous.

He loves you.

Hm.

You're surrounded by people

you love and who love you.

You're safe.

You're responsible

for all this beauty.

Thank you.

Thank you

for giving me this life

and helping me

create this for myself.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

You want to try getting up'?

No. I just want

to stay here.

Okay.

[beeping]

100-point-2.

We did it.

100.2'?

You did it.

Yeah.

Yeah?

[buzzer sounds]

I'll be right back.

(Gail)

Good morning.

Hey.

What year is it'?

Mom, come on, seriously.

It's 2013,

and the president is Obama.

Very good.

Very good.

[Genie's footsteps]

Oh, Oh.

Oh.

James.

Remember how when you were a kid

you had that box of 96 crayons

and you would take it

with you everywhere?

Just draw, all the time'?

[exhales deeply]

Uh, vaguely, yeah.

Most kids just had

their box of eight.

Well, I have 96, too.

And the thing about us is

we feel good things way up here

but we feel bad things

way, way, way down there.

And we got to try and remember

there's all this space

in between.

We got to try

and live in there, too.

Right?

Yeah.

Hm.

We never talked about your dad.

No.

No, we haven't.

[sniff]

Well...

Without him I wouldn't have you.

Yeah.

You should get some more sleep.

No, I'm fine.

I'll probably just lay down

for five more minutes,

then I'll go home

and take a shower.

Please do.

[chuckles]

All right.

[sighs, moans]

[mobile phone rings]

Hey.

[labored breathing]

[trembling voice]

I want you to know that...

[crying]

I'm going to be okay.

I promise. I promise that

I'm going to be okay.

You can go.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

[slow, labored breathing]

[strangled, heaving breath]

[silence]

What the f***'?

What the f***'?

[panicked breathing]

I can't.

I'm always here.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[kiss]

Okay.

Yeah, somebody's got

to get her taken...

I got it taken care of.

It's okay.

I'm going to go out.

I want to go out.

All right, let's go.

I'll go get my jacket.

No, I got to go out by myself.

I'll call you, all right? Okay.

Um, I don't have any money.

Thank you.

(man)

Excuse me.

Are you with the family of Gaff White'?

What, why?

I'm the grief counselor.

I was called by-

[breathes deep]

[street noise]

[electronic theme music]

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