Joshua Page #4

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

(glass crunching, gasps)

Oh.

Oh... oh, God.

Poor, clumsy Abby.

(glass drops)

Oh.

Oh, I feel it.

You know, and it

feels kind of prickly.

Hmm.

Oh... oh, yeah.

You know, I used to have

a pair of red boots.

My God, they were so sexy.

- (door closes)

- Hey.

Hey. How are you, sis?

I'm so glad you could come.

She's a trooper.

I can, I can stay.

No, no, no, go home.

Go home, we'll be fine.

We're good, get some sleep.

I'll see you later.

(piano plays)

(door opens)

BRAD:

Hello?

(door closes)

(keys rattle)

Hey, hey, buddy.

What you doing?

Huh?

Scoot over.

Is Mommy going to get better?

Yes, she will.

Look what I got.

I got you a book.

Valley of the Kings.

Pretty cool, huh?

You like that?

Thank you so much.

You're welcome so much.

You know, people

say the Met,

but the Brooklyn Museum's

the place to go for Egyptian art.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Your father's a wealth

of information.

You didn't know that, did you?

Maybe we'll go sometime.

Hey, there she is.

Hi, sweetie.

- How are ya?

- How're you doing?

I'm good.

You look tired.

- Oh.

- (mumbles gibberish)

(laughs)

How are they doing?

Good and it's fine here.

Everything is quiet.

Lily settled down, Abby's in bed.

You should take a nap, too.

- Yeah.

- It's the weekend, for heaven sakes.

Go on and get some sleep.

I appreciate you

coming all this way.

Please, will you go have a rest?

Thanks, but I'm not tired.

- Look, I'm here so you can relax.

- Okay.

ABBY:

Hazel, I don't need another goddamn thing.

Hey, hey, hey, ooh.

Slow down. It's me.

How's your foot?

It's fine.

Are you pumping?

Yeah, I'm pumping.

You know,

if your saint of a mother's

going to be feeding

Lily at night,

she's going to need some milk.

Abby...

Don't take Lily away from me.

Of course not, of course

I'm not going to take her...

She needs me, not some

dried up old sponge.

Abby, Abby, Abby.

Sweetie.

Y-you...

Let's all try to get along,

you know what I mean?

Come on.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

She's here to help.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I got your prescriptions.

This is for your foot,

and this is going to makeyou...

feel better.

It'll help your, uh...

You know what I mean?

Can I breast-feed?

No.

No, sweetie,

but this is,

this is just a hurdle.

Abby, you know, once you get

over this hurdle,

you can ease off the medication.

You can start breast-feeding again.

It's just a few weeks,

maybe a month.

That's all.

I'm going to take care

of everything, you know?

I'm going to take

care of the laundry.

I'm going to take care of Lily.

Don't you worry.

Okay?

Mommy, Daddy?

Hey, sport.

I'm going to go and walk the dog.

Okay, sport.

Just around the block.

-JOSHUA:
Mommy, Daddy?

- Yeah?

I love you.

When did you start

calling him "sport"?

(keyboard clacking)

(clears throat):

Hey.

- Tough week, huh?

- Yeah.

(blows raspberry)

I think it's getting better.

I mean, Lily's slowly

figuring life out.

And I think Abby's

starting to see

the light at the end of the tunnel.

I don't know.

Excuse me?

I mean, all in all, I'm positive.

Oh, well, I am so relieved.

See I thought

we were losing money

hand over fist.

I thought we were

on the verge

of losing a year's gains

in the matter of a month.

I thought we were f***ed.

But as long

as everybody's happy

at home, then I just-

I feel so much better.

Okay, uh, I know it looks bad.

It is bad!

Our long is looking short!

Okay, okay.

But we've got to sit tight.

It's just a little sell-off

and then it'll be a big buyback.

It's gonna work out, Chester.

It's gonna get better.

Hazel, you don't have to do that.

Oh, I enjoy it.

I'm having a grand old time.

And where is Lily?

- Napping.

- Oh.

(muttering)

(distant pounding, whirring)

(racquetball bouncing)

(cell phone ringing)

- F***!

- Sorry.

Sorry.

(phone continues ringing)

Yeah?

(door unlocks)

Where, where is he?

He's in the kitchen, sweetie.

(bag drops)

(sobbing):

Oh, Buster.

Hey, pal.

(sniffling)

Oh, no.

(sobbing)

(imitating Brad):

Oh, Buster.

(sniffling):

Hey, pal.

No!

(sobbing)

Well, what should we do for food?

I-I don't know.

I'm not going into that kitchen.

They'll be here soon.

Did he eat anything in the park?

Joshua? Hey.

Did-did he eat anything in the park?

Anything peculiar at all?

No.

And then you took him right home?

(snapping fingers):

Josh?

- Did you take him right home?

- Yeah.

(Lily begins crying)

Did you give him anything at all?

Did you give him anything?

Brad, he was an old dog.

Every dog has its day, and

Buster had a shitty f***ing day.

(doorbell buzzing)

Join the club.

(Lily crying)

(doorbell buzzing)

Wait, wait, wait.

(unzipping)

We should keep this.

(Lily crying)

(Lily crying over monitor)

(thumping and pounding overhead)

Brad?

Yeah, sweetie?

You have to come home right now.

They're coming through the ceiling.

(drilling and hammering)

Hmm?

They're coming through the ceiling.

Hi!

Hi, sweetie.

We have to hurry.

Okay.

W-where is it?

Is it in the bathroom?

I don't understand. Is it...

Uh... I'm sorry? Where?

Sh*t.

Uh-huh.

There's nothing?

No, I mean, uh...

There's a crack up there,

but I mean,

that crack has been there forever.

Is everything okay?

Because I've got to...

I've got to be at Midtown...

for the...

- (sobbing)

- What's going on?

Look at me.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

It's okay, but now I've got to go.

(sighing)

Sweetie.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I love our kids.

I love our kids, too.

Reach to Him, the hand

that is always there!

The hand of Jesus.

He is always there!

Reach to Him

and He will embrace you!

He will prepare you.

He will arm you

with the sword of righteousness

so you will not have

to fight this battle alone!

(sawing and hammering)

(sawing and hammering

grows louder)

We have big news.

Good news.

What is it?

Joshua.

I want to get born again.

(laughing)

You what?

I took Joshua to

a prayer meeting today

and he was touched by the spirit.

Weren't you, son?

And he wants to get

right with Christ.

Well, too bad his mom

is a big, fat Jew.

Mom.

Well, his father is

a proud, strong Christian.

And Joshua made this

decision for himself.

Mom...

- I'm-I'm sorry, but that's not happening.

- No.

Well, you said it was his decision.

And he's old enough now

to make that decision.

Mom, I think we have some say.

Well, you said

that it was his decision.

- ABBY:
You f***ing b*tch.

- Mom.

- Abby, Abby, Abby.

- No, no, no, no.

No! No!

No child of mine

is going to grow up to be

a goddamn Evangelical nutcase.

Okay, okay.

Okay, Abby.

No! You've been whispering

poison into his ears.

You f***ing narrow-minded

medieval scold.

Abby! Abby!

You know, Abby,

I feel sorry for you.

That motherhood is such a chore.

You know what?

Get out of my house!

Okay, okay, let's-let's turn down

the volume a little bit here, okay?

You know, maybe

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