Last Weekend Page #5

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- You stay.

- Thank you.

I'm... I'm...

Malcolm, let's get the car.

I'm gonna call Maria

from the car.

- Okay, I'm gonna come.

- We'll call you.

- All right.

- I'm gonna get changed!

- Come on, Roger.

- Yeah.

Come on, Malcolm.

What are we supposed to do

the rest of the day?

I don't know.

It seems inappropriate

to, like, enjoy ourselves.

I still can't believe

that just happened.

Mm.

It's water with just a hint

of flavor, no calories.

There are four main styles...

Fresh Mint, Plain, Power Punch,

and Berry Me.

"Berry Me"?

Yeah, like,

like berry, like strawberry,

raspberry.

Oh, I-I get it.

Do you guys think

these are still good?

They expired a week ago.

Of course they're still good.

They're pickled.

Mm.

Nurses' station.

Yes...

Where did Maria go?

To the chapel to pray.

Why do you have to make fun

of that?

Maybe her faith

is important to her.

I...I am not making fun of it.

- You are.

- I am not.

Sit down.

It just seems pointless.

Why does she need to go to some

crappy little chapel to pray?

Why can't she pray

just right here?

I'm sure

that you would find a way

to complain about that too.

I hate this kind of water.

That's what they have.

I hate it.

You couldn't get a paper?

They were all out.

I need some air.

Okay.

It seems like she has a meal

planned for tonight,

but I can't make out

her handwriting.

Does this say

that these vegetables

are supposed to be grilled

or broiled?

I can't tell.

Maybe broiled?

I mean, I guess it doesn't

really matter.

Well, what should we do?

Should we eat

on the stone table again?

It just seems so unlike Celia

to do the same thing

two nights in a row.

Why do you care?

She's not gonna be here.

- I just... you know.

- It's not worth trying.

She's a total perfectionist.

No one will ever be good enough.

Good enough for what?

I've known Celia

since Theo and I were friends

in high school.

She can smell fear.

You can use that one.

Okay.

Just grab...

Yeah, grab that edge

and spin it.

And get lower.

Okay.

Yeah.

That was good.

I bet you wish you were still

in New York.

No, I'm...

I'm having a really fun time.

Why, do you...

do you wish I wasn't here or...

No.

No, I'm glad you're here.

Me too.

I appreciate the ticket.

Oh, it was nothing.

I use miles,

so it's like Monopoly money.

It doesn't count.

Does anybody need anything?

There's... there's more chicken

and salad.

Hello!

Celia, we're here!

- Hi!

- Oh, gosh.

The traffic was a nightmare,

and then Richard dragged us

to this awful cocktail party.

Hi.

I didn't ask if he and Howard

could stay, so it's just us.

- Hi, honey.

- Hi.

I hope that's okay.

That's fine.

- What are we... what are we doing?

- Oh, we're here for dinner.

Where are your parents?

- Your mom asked us to dinner.

- Oh.

Oh, my God, guys,

there's been an accident.

What? No!

- What happened?

- Oh, no, it was nothing.

Well, ugh, it wasn't...

I mean, it wasn't nothing.

It was terrible.

It was Hector.

It was our caretaker.

- Oh.

- Oh, oh, okay.

My parents are on their way

back from the hospital.

Oh, that's so sweet of them.

So these are for you.

- Okay. Sure.

- Would you care to join us?

We can get you some chairs or...

- Yeah. That would be...

- Do you want...

- Thank you.

- Want some wine?

- Red or white?

- Yes.

Your parents love you boys

so much.

Do you know how much

your parents love you?

- Do you?

- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

- If my kid...

- Oh.

If our kids ever came

to visit us.

I only see them

when they need money.

You and Roger are so good

to your parents.

They said that?

You are.

Your mom...

Oh, my God.

You mean everything to her.

Yeah.

It's real.

Damn it.

I missed the sunset.

Oh, my... oh.

- Theo?

- Mm. Mm?

Why are you down here?

Get up.

You scared me half to death.

- Oh, for f***'s sake.

- What are you doing?

Get up.

- How did I get down here?

- What?

Is Luke up?

How many sleeping pills

did you have before bed?

I'm an insomniac.

It's... I can't help it.

Oh.

PB&J?

Maybe.

Mmm.

I really like him.

Only been three weeks.

And I don't know if it'll last.

It never seems to last.

Theo.

Why are you saying that?

I was bombed when I met him.

I thought it was gonna be

a one-night stand and...

Mm.

Blake?

Do you ever think it's not gonna

get any better than this?

Yeah, Theo.

You know, we all make choices.

And at some point,

that becomes your life,

and you can't postpone it,

and you can't wait for something

better to come along.

Will you just please promise me

you'll be careful

with the pills

because I need you in my life.

Yeah.

Do you want to come running

with me tomorrow?

No.

Yes, I would.

I would rather sit in a dumpy

hospital waiting room

than go to some party

where everyone

wants to know

what I'm up to these days.

And Theo is

showing off

his TV star plaything

like she's so great.

Who cares?

That's not why he brought her.

They're friends.

They have become friends,

but it's very convenient.

He might as well be

carrying around an Emmy.

You know, every single thing

we've ever done,

every project, every job,

the questions

our parents ask are,

"How much are you being paid?"

and "Can you really support

yourself on that?"

And so now that Theo finally can

support himself,

he needs to rub

everyone's face in it.

Roger, you need to tell

your parents.

But what am I gonna say?

I'm...

a f***ing idiot,

and I made a typo on a trade

that cost my company

$30 million.

I just hate all those people,

all those f***ing people

who are gonna be judging me.

You made a mistake.

It happens.

You should take off that makeup.

People don't wear makeup

to breakfast in Lake Tahoe.

You have to go.

We can't just leave the table

empty.

It's so rude.

It's not appropriate.

Hector almost died yesterday,

and we still don't know

how he's doing.

He should be fine.

You don't know that.

You say these things,

"He should be fine,"

without any basis of truth

in them.

Roger, if you don't go,

it makes too big a deal

of the accident.

People will start talking.

And that's all that you

care about, isn't it?

Of course...

no, of course not.

Your father and I will go to

the hospital and wait with him.

Why do you get to go

to the hospital

while the rest of us have to be

trotted out at a benefit

like show ponies?

Well, we need to be there.

Hector is like family to us.

I thought you always said

the staff wasn't like family.

I said they're not family,

but that doesn't mean

they're not like family.

There's a difference.

Ow!

Sh*t!

Oh.

Are you okay?

What time is it?

Did breakfast happen already?

Calm down.

You're fine.

God damn it.

What?

F***ing Nora.

She hasn't said anything to me

about my screenplay yet.

I sent it to her three weeks

ago, and...

And just...

It's been a long time since I've

written one, so I'm nervous.

I thought if I invited her

for the weekend,

she would have finished it

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