Lullaby Page #6

It's nothing.

Such a vision on Park Ave,

vision in her PJs.

I'm sorry I dragged

you away from Ari.

How are you holding up?

I just can't believe

that every person on earth

has to go through this.

I mean, it's f***ing brutal.

I feel so stupid

wasting all this time

on insignificant sh*t.

Look, I want you to

Know I'm happy for you.

You found what you're looking for.

While I wish it was me...

I'm sure he's a great guy.

Look, you're an amazing

guy, Jonathan.

You are.

And someday you will be able to

give that brilliant mind and soul

to a very lucky woman.

I just don't know what that means.

Well, it means you have

to listen and share,

which is two things

that you suck at.

I know I'm not the best listener,

but I share things.

I'm not talking about your

bed and your toothbrush.

I'm talking about life things,

like real things,

things that move you,

things that make you feel,

like... like a dream or a song

or whatever.

You can't do it.

- No, I can do it.

- No, you can't.

No. Heh heh.

No.

You remember that sunset we watched

off the Williamsburg Bridge?

Do you remember?

The whole sky was glowing.

It was like some

watercolor painting.

All the New Yorkers were smiling,

and there's, like, only

15 of these days a year,

but that was one of them,

and it was perfect.

It was sunny out.

There was a light breeze,

enough to blow the stink

of the East River away.

Like suddenly all the

beauty came out.

People are walking around,

talking, falling in love.

It's days like that

that make the rest of the

year bearable for me.

I remember.

I love days like that.

What do you want?

You're really writing the paper?

Writing a brief.

High schoolers write papers.

Here.

Is that coffee?

You didn't put sugar

in it, did you?

- Whiskey, no sugar.

- Oh.

You're an ass.

Well, that is kind of good.

She said I don't listen

and I don't share, so...

No men do.

Oh, yeah? Is that why you, uh...

Why I what?

Gave up on men?

Who told you that?

Mom.

She said you never have boyfriends,

but you got all these girlfriends

around, so I think she just assumed...

Look, okay, I have

a boyfriend, okay?

- Oh, yeah?

- He's just not...

well, not someone I

can tell her about.

Why not?

Because he's my professor,

and, uh, he's married.

Holy sh*t.

Are you kidding me?

No.

No, the golden child

with a married man.

I'm impressed.

Impressed?

Yeah. I didn't know

you had it in you...

or liked it in you.

That is disgusting.

What?

I'm your sister.

Have some respect.

Oh, right, right. I forgot.

I do not know what

is wrong with me.

What do you mean?

I mean, God, I'm only attracted

to unavailable 40-year-old men.

I've tried the boys.

They do nothing for me.

- Of course.

- But... heh...

when it's an older man and

we have to hide it...

I don't know... does

something for me.

Yeah, it's dangerous. I get it.

Well, you think I'm

f***ed up, so...

Yeah, a little bit.

This whole men-in-uniform thing...

Yeah, where'd that come from?

- I mean...

- I really like it.

Mom and Dad, they're both normal.

- You know, with them, I mean...

- No, they're not.

You just left before you

were old enough to see it.

Did you know Dad's paying

for Ethan to go to Oxford?

Yeah.

What's up with that f***ing guy?

I mean, you know what?

Maybe we were just

switched at birth.

Well, that would make more sense.

You think I blew it?

When someone is offering

you a free education

and you just tell them to

go and f*** themselves...

- I didn't say that.

- You said it repeatedly.

Do you really think what

Dad's doing is wrong?

Feels wrong.

Wrong for him or wrong for you?

Okay.

Okay, I need to get back to work.

Good luck.

Thanks for the drink, though.

Look, I don't think

you're f***ed up...

not any more than anyone else.

What are you still doing here?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I just, uh...

I didn't feel like

going home, so...

What's up?

What is it?

You have enough on

your mind right now.

Ah, come on. I could

use the distraction.

People grow, and they

change, you know,

and it's unhealthy if you don't.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Look, it's okay to be scared.

Of what?

Of life, of...

staying, leaving,

being on your own.

You shared plenty.

You did.

This guy up here,

he must be scared shitless.

I mean, not that he'd ever let on.

Mortality slapping him in the face

for the last 12 years,

I'd be pissed...

like I had my life stolen

from me or something.

And all this time,

he's never made it about

himself, not once,

and even now it's about

my mom, my sister and me,

and that's incredible.

I just don't think that I...

He lived for us, and...

and he did the best that he could,

and he never backed

down from anything

that he didn't think was right...

and...

I have just completely

made this about me.

Sorry.

It's... it's okay.

It's okay.

You made me feel better.

Yeah?

Somehow.

I'm glad you're still here.

Me, too.

I remember I was so nervous

first time I ever really cooked.

You were sweating because

I'd used too much curry,

but you ate it anyway,

smiling the whole time.

I remember your face getting

beet red from all the spice,

and I was trying so

hard not to laugh,

because I was afraid I would

snort if you got me going...

and I did.

You made me laugh.

You always made me laugh.

Hi.

I-I'm sorry.

For what?

You know.

Oh, Robert...

that was a long time ago

doesn't mean anything

to me anymore.

I'm still ashamed.

Nobody's perfect.

You're pretty close.

You look...

You look great.

You want to fool around?

What are you kids doing up?

Isn't it past your bedtime?

Shh. Are you leaving?

No.

You know that Meredith is dying.

Yes, she said.

She won't live to Christmas.

They're taking her off treatment.

Oh, my God.

God isn't helping,

but you can.

Look, she's pretty and

everything, guys.

I'm not asking you to

have sex with her.

Gross!

But it is like a

last-wish kind of thing.

Will you go to prom with her?

Prom?

It's missing a button.

Give this to her,

and act like it was her idea, okay?

No.

You look beautiful.

They tell you to say that?

No.

You really do.

Will you go to prom with me?

You gonna put that on me, or are you

gonna stand and hold it all night?

Put it on.

Cigarette ashes

- His empty glass

- Come on.

They seem to tell me

Oh, it's over at last

His parting kiss

Ohh

Brought tears to my eyes...

Is this how we dance at prom?

No.

We dance like this.

And only time

Only time

Time will tell

- Ohh

- Time will tell

Yeah, yeah

I felt a change

The moment he came

Walking and

Oh, coming through

my front door now

His conversation was

almost, almost the same

Still, I could tell that

something was wrong

His feelings had changed

I'll empty those ashtrays

His glass put away

Straighten my sofa

And all those marks, I'll erase

But will I ever

Will ever erase from my mind

Whoa, the way he looked at me

The way he looked at me

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