Last Weekend Page #6

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by now.

What?

Nothing.

Well, you're looking at me

like I'm an a**hole.

No, I'm not. I...

No, it's your work.

Of course you care about it.

I care about it.

Is everyone set for the benefit?

Did everybody

get enough breakfast?

I-I think everybody's okay.

I mean, people have just been

grazing,

and there's plenty of fruit

and bagels and things, so...

I really wanted to make

waffles this morning.

Hmm.

I guess one can't do everything.

Malcolm!

We're leaving!

I have to ask her what does

she want me to do?

Love your dress.

This is all such bullshit.

You know what?

I'm so sick of you

judging everything.

I mean, have you ever thought

it's people like this

who have paid your way

through graduate school?

I...

Honey, who do you think

endows scholarships

and research centers?

People who actually care about

making the world a better place.

See, they're trying to curb

environmental erosion

and stop people from

building docks and stuff.

These people who have a dock.

Oh, my God.

He is so negative.

You don't say a thing...

Kids?

Are you having a great time?

- Mm-hmm.

- But where are your parents?

Oh, how is your caretaker?

That sweet man.

He's fine.

Oh, hold on.

Mm.

Ooh.

Mmm.

Smile.

- Thank you.

- Aw.

How fun.

Now, Vivian tells me your

parents are selling their house.

- Is that true?

- No.

They would never do that.

Gorgeous party.

Beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

Um...

I'm, uh, Veronika, by the way.

Oh, hi.

Luke.

- Hello, Luke.

- Hi, how are you?

So are you guys...

Oh, um, sure.

So cute.

Are you from New York?

What do your parents do?

Uh, food service and janitorial.

That's terrific.

There's a lot of money in that.

No, there's not.

Do you want your bags?

- No, I don't want it.

- Ugh, my feet.

Look at all this stuff.

We can probably give

the T-shirts to Maria

if we don't want them.

Hmm.

Might take these shampoos too.

Yeah, like, "Sorry your

husband got electrocuted."

"Here's a free T-shirt

from some benefit

you can't afford to go to."

Roger.

She always appreciates it

when Mom gives them to her.

She uses them as cleaning rags.

Well, I'm keeping mine.

I think it's cute.

Look at this.

This should have been my water

in there.

Is he here yet?

Is who here?

The curator

from the Indian Museum.

He was gonna look

at my basket collection.

No, no.

I haven't seen anyone.

Oh.

We rushed all the way

from the hospital.

I had completely forgotten

I had made the appointment.

What are you doing

with your baskets?

Why are you doing this today?

It was the only time

they could see me.

I-I want to donate

some of my baskets and pots

to the little museum in town.

I don't want it all to be

auctioned off at Bonhams

or whatever when I'm...

old.

So you're giving away

a bunch of stuff?

Well, it's not like you and

your brother want any of it.

This way, I'll know it's safe.

I might want them.

What, are you gonna sell

the house too?

Is that what's next?

I have to get ready

for the curator.

How was the party?

- Sorry.

- Wonderful.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

- One second.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Just tell me

when it's okay to look.

- Okay.

- Hmm.

Sorry.

It's okay?

Yeah, you're all right.

Yeah? Okay.

Hmm.

Uh, do you want to take her

out for a spin?

She's almost ready to go.

Uh...

Yeah, I mean, are you sure?

I mean, don't you want to go

with Vanessa or something?

Um...

I don't know where she is.

Um...

- Yeah, let's go.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- All right.

Okay.

- Come in.

- Okay.

- All right.

- All right.

So, this weekend's been

kind of...

I got fired

on Thursday.

I've only told Vanessa.

I'm really sorry.

I won't tell anybody.

Don't worry about it.

I'll probably never see you

again.

Oh, you don't know that.

Wait. What are you doing?

Come on.

Last day of summer.

Um...

Yeah.

Okay, I could do that

for a few minutes.

Hmm.

So can I ask you something?

Sure.

Um, why don't you...

Why don't you just go and work

for your dad?

"Just."

It's exactly that word...

"Just."

I mean, even the way

you asked it implies...

Oh, no, no, no.

I didn't mean it like that.

No, it's fine,

but it just implies

it would somehow be easier.

You're right.

No, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

I don't want to ride

my family's coattails.

Theo and I are already so lucky,

I...

I've got to do something

on my own before I...

well, if I ever do

go work for...

Green.

Yeah, I just...

You know, I don't think I see

anything wrong with that.

Maybe not.

Someday.

I...

I can't do this.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

- No, I didn't mean to.

- No, no, no, no.

- That's... that's...

- I shouldn't have...

It's okay.

I finally should just go.

I should just go.

Hey.

Hey.

So...

Food service.

Jesus Christ.

No, I-I didn't...

I didn't mean that...

I mean...

Yeah, I lied

about what they did.

Yeah.

They're not, uh, professors.

My dad is a janitor, and my mom

works in the food-service line.

- So...

- Luke, I don't care.

- I don't.

- Right.

I don't care what they do.

You could have told me.

Yeah, maybe I could have.

It's just that, um...

You have this whole fancy life

with your...

your job and your parents

and their parties

and vacations and houses, and,

I mean, do you think I want

a lecture from your mom

about how noble it is to work

in the service industry?

I'm not my mom.

Yeah?

Did you even want me here

this weekend or did you just...

I don't know...

invite me like some sort of

buffer against your family?

You just grabbed

the nearest warm body.

Did I do something?

Don't you get it?

Every day I feel

like I have to be...

like, good enough,

clever enough,

successful enough.

"Oh, what do you do?

What do your parents do?"

"Oh, oh, we love the opera.

Have we seen you in anything?"

It's exhausting.

Well, f*** 'em.

F*** them.

Who cares

what other people think?

Okay, Theo, you're the last

person to say that.

Excuse me?

You...

you have this life, Theo,

that is so totally just foreign

to me, and, I mean, you love it.

It consumes you.

What whole life?

You... you own a loft.

You pay for everything

with a platinum card.

You... you put on a $75

moisturizer every morning,

and then you get your hair cut

by a guy

that styles celebrities.

Okay, last Saturday,

you spent the entire afternoon

picking out

a $4,000 dining room table.

You take cabs everywhere.

Hey, that's not true.

Theo, you don't even own

a MetroCard.

I...

It's expired.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize my life

was such...

such an affront to you.

Okay, Jesus,

it's not an affront to me.

It's just...

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go inside the house.

Take care.

Where is everybody?

Vanessa.

What are you doing here

in the dark?

I was watching the sunset.

See, it's framed

by the picture window.

These are beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

Do you know the museum

wants them all?

- Hmm.

- Hmm.

I started buying them

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