Love Story Page #5

pulling in the coin...

- Play, damn it!

- I can't help it.

Married to "Foul Mouth Angelface".

Pay attention.

- Why should you have all the luck?

- It was a long drag.

This is the first week

that Jenny hasn't had to work.

- What is she going to do?

- I want her to study, she wants a baby.

- So?

- So we're making babies.

- Do you need any help, old buddy?

- I'll call you if I need you.

- Whose fault is it?

- I wouldn't use the word "fault".

OK, we'll put it your way.

Two 24-year-olds can't make a baby.

One must be malfunctioning. Who?

Jenny.

All right, then we'll adopt kids.

The problem is more serious.

Jenny is very sick.

Define "very sick".

She's dying.

That's impossible.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this.

That's impossible.

It's a mistake, it has to be.

We repeated her blood test three times.

The diagnosis is correct.

She'll have to be told soon.

We can withhold treatment

for a little while, but not for long.

We'll have to begin therapy

sometime during the next few weeks.

She's only 24.

- Will it be painful?

- Hopefully not.

You'll want to talk to a haematologist.

I can refer you to Dr Addison.

Yeah.

What do I do?

What can I do for Jenny?

Act as normal as possible,

for as long as possible.

That's really the best thing.

Normal.

OK, I'll be as normal as hell.

Jen?

Jenny, I'm home.

- I need a lawyer.

- I'm a lawyer.

I need you.

- I need you, too.

- Why? I'm not a lawyer.

No, but you're a nut,

and I happen to need a nut.

- You look lovely, Jenny.

- Bullshit.

- OK, you look terrible.

- No, I never look terrible.

- I look OK for Thursday evening, OK?

- There's no poetry in "OK".

Screw poetry.

Just tell me what you see.

- I see you.

- That's poetry.

Did Dr Shapeley tell you

that we both checked out?

Yeah.

So we just have to keep trying, right?

- Yeah, let's try now.

- At this very minute?

Even sooner.

Jenny?

Get out there and support me in

the manner to which I'll be accustomed.

Get up.

- Are you meeting Stratton today?

- Who?

Ray Stratton, your best friend.

Your roommate before me.

- We're supposed to play, but I'll cancel.

- The hell you will!

- Why not?

- I don't want a flabby husband.

- All right, but I'll take you out to dinner.

- Why?

Can't I take my wife

to dinner if I want to?

- OK, Barrett, what's her name?

- What?

If you take your wife out in the middle

of the week, you're screwing somebody.

- What's the matter?

- Off day.

You've had an off day

for two weeks now.

Jonas wants me to go to Chicago

on a big case.

That newscaster

that got beat up by the cops.

Fantastic. You on the other side

of a punch-out rap.

- I turned him down.

- Why?

I couldn't see living in some hotel.

Boy, you're really married!

Your time will come.

Mrs Barrett!

I'm in the kitchen where I belong.

Come here.

- Guess what.

- You got fired.

- I got fired up. Guess where to.

- Reno, Nevada.

Paris, France.

We'll be there Christmas Day.

No, that's not the way we'll do it.

- Do what?

- I don't want Paris, I don't need Paris.

- I just want you.

- That you got, baby.

And I want time,

which you can't give me.

You saw Dr Shapeley?

And his buddy, too.

He's a very nice guy.

- Good. Who?

- Dr Addison.

He's a Yalie, college and med school.

But I said you wouldn't mind.

Not if he's nice.

He didn't bullshit me,

and that's what I wanted.

- OK, then for the Yalie doctor.

- OK.

I'm counting on you to be strong,

you goddamn hockey jock.

I will, baby. I will.

It will be hardest for Phil.

You, after all, are going to be

the merry widower.

- I won't be merry.

- Yes, you will. I want you to be merry.

You'll be merry, OK?

OK.

OK.

- Enough?

- No. I love watching you.

- The old hockey fake-out.

- That's you, the old hockey fake-out.

- Can we get hot chocolate?

- Sure, I'll even pay.

- Very gracious of you.

- I liked it best when I supported you.

You always supported me.

After all, what's money?

I don't know.

- Could we afford a taxi?

- Sure. Where do you want to go?

The hospital.

She's getting white cells and platelets,

which she needs most.

- She doesn't want antimetabolites.

- What's that?

A treatment that slows cell destruction.

But there are unpleasant side effects.

Jenny's the boss.

Whatever she wants.

Do everything you can

to make sure it doesn't hurt.

- We will.

- I don't care what it costs.

- It could take months.

- Screw the cost.

There's no way of knowing

how long she'll linger.

I want her to have the very best.

I'm wealthy. I'm rich.

Really, I'm like a millionaire.

- How have you been?

- Fine, sir.

- And how is Jennifer?

- She's fine, sir.

I need to borrow 5,000 dollars

for a very good reason.

Well?

- Sir?

- May I know the reason?

I can't tell you.

Just lend me the money, please.

- Don't they pay you at the firm?

- Yes, sir.

- And doesn't she teach...

- Don't call her "she".

- Doesn't Jennifer...

- Leave her out of it.

Just write out a cheque.

It's a very important personal matter.

You got some girl in trouble?

Yeah, that's it.

Please lend me the money.

Thank you, Father.

How is she?

She wants the troops home

for Christmas.

- Always running the show.

- She may succeed.

- That fast?

- Yes.

Hello, baby.

Phil.

How is it going, Mrs B?

It's going, preppy.

The troops will be home for Christmas.

- That's a little trite.

- It's the goddamn truth.

Watch your language.

There's a grown-up present.

I hope so. Phil made a few promises.

Don't worry, Jenny.

Maybe I ought to let you guys...

I'll be nearby.

It doesn't hurt, Ollie.

It's like falling off a cliff in slow motion.

Only after a while you wish you'd hit

the ground already, you know?

Yeah.

Bullshit. You've never fallen off a cliff.

Yes, I did. When I met you.

Yeah.

"What a falling off was there. "

- Who said that?

- I don't know. Shakespeare?

Yeah, but who?

I mean, what play?

I went to Radcliffe, I'm supposed

to remember those things.

I once knew all

the Mozart Kochel listings.

- Big deal.

- You bet it was.

What number is

the A Major Concerto?

- I don't know. I'll look it up.

- But I used to know all those things.

- Do you want to talk music?

- What do you want to talk? Funerals?

No, I don't.

Ollie?

I told Phil you could have

a Catholic service

and you'd say OK. OK?

It'll really help him a lot, you know?

OK.

Now you've got to stop being sick.

Me?

That guilty look on your face,

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