Margaret Page #11

Let me ask her.

Okay.

Dig in,

everybody.

I was thinking about

spending next year with Dad.

Oh?

Yeah.

You're worried

about my grades.

They have really good public

schools in Santa Monica

and if I officially

lived with him,

you wouldn't have to worry

about my scholarship.

Have you talked

to him about this?

We've had some

general discussions.

- Do you want to go, too?

- Me?

Yeah. Do you want

to move to LA, too?

No.

Well, let me know

if you do.

Why are you

being like this?

Why am I being like what?

Why are you about

to start crying?

Because it's your intention

to make me start crying!

No, it's not.

You want to move

to LA, move to LA.

Why can't this

even be mentioned

without you

taking it personally?

I'm just introducing a possibility!

Here's a possibility, that you can

make your own f***ing dinner!

Here's a possibility, that you can

do whatever you want to do...

Jesus Christ!

What is with you?

I don't care anymore, you

heartless little f***ing b*tch!

Keep it up! This really

makes me want to stay here!

You think you're

so f***ing perfect?

No!

Nice one.

Shut Up!

Let me tell you

something, Eliot.

How would you describe

the relationship overall?

Did you talk on the phone a lot?

Were there a lot of visits?

I would say we

talked on the phone

a couple of times

a month, at least.

Sometimes more than that. I would

call her, she would call me.

And what were the nature

of the conversations?

Oh, family stuff, mostly.

Her family, my kids.

She'd give you advice about your family?

That kind of thing?

Oh, I would say so, yes.

Do you have

any phone records?

I have all my phone bills,

if that's what you mean.

I didn't record

the actual conversations.

No, no.

You'll see we talked on the

phone quite frequently.

Okay, terrific.

I see you came prepared.

Well, I wanted

to bring everything.

Now, when they

take your deposition,

you're gonna say the same

thing you just told me.

Just talk about

the relationship.

- huh.

Kind of advice

she used to give.

Okay.

Now, Emily, where did

you find this lawyer?

He was

recommended by my friend.

I'm asking because my husband

knows a real good New York lawyer

and I'm not

entirely comfortable

with someone no one's

ever heard of.

My friend's heard of him.

He says he's very good.

Well, I'm sure he is.

But I have a responsibility

in this situation

and I would feel

a whole lot more

comfortable with

someone who didn't just

drop in out of

the clear blue sky.

He didn't drop in out

of the clear blue sky.

He was recommended

by my friend.

But, Abigail, even if we switched

lawyers, we'd still have to pay him.

It all comes out of the settlement,

so it's really up to you.

No, if you all think

he's good...

I don't know

whether he is or not.

My friend thinks

he is.

All right.

Now, Lisa, what's your

involvement in all this?

What's your angle?

I just wanted to...

I was just there.

And that's you

and Monica, obviously.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, my God, is that you?

That's me.

Oh, my God.

Is that her daughter?

Mmm-hmm.

God...

So, how old was

she when she died?

Twelve.

God, I can't

even imagine.

Neither could we.

Do you know Monica asked about

her when she was dying?

No, I didn't.

Yeah, I think she

was confused, like,

I think she thought I was

her daughter for a minute.

Then she was

asking me to call her,

like, to tell her

what happened, you know?

Like she didn't

remember she was dead.

But, then it got confusing, because

I said, "Sure, what's her name'?"

And she said

her name was Lisa.

And I said,

"No, that's my name."

I didn't realize we

had the same name.

And when I found out

her daughter was dead,

ever since then

I've had this really

strange feeling that,

some way, for those

last five minutes,

I kind of was her daughter.

You know, like in some weird way,

this obviously amazing woman

got to be with

her daughter again

for a few minutes,

right before she died.

And is she still

inhabiting your body?

Or did she go right back to the

spirit world after it was over?

I didn't mean she was

literally inhabiting my body.

I don't believe in

all that stuff at all.

I don't give a f***

what you believe in.

Oh, my God! Why are

you so mad at me?

Because this is

not an opera!

What? I said this

is not an opera!

You think I think

this is an opera?

Yes! Because I think

it's dramatic?

I think you're

very young.

What does that have

to do with anything?

If anything, I think it means I

care more than someone who's older,

because this kind of thing has

never happened to me before!

No, it means you care more easily.

There's a big difference.

Only it's not you

that it's happening to.

Yes, it is! I know I'm not the

one who was run over by a bus...

That's right,

you weren't.

And you're not the one

who died of leukemia

and you're not the one who just

died in an earthquake in Algeria!

But you will be. Do you understand me?

You will be.

And it's not dramatic.

I'm well aware of that!

This first-blush, phony deepness

of yours is worth nothing.

Oh, wow.

Do you understand?

It's not worth anything!

Because it'll all be troweled

over in a month or two.

And when you get older

and you don't have a big reaction

every time a dog is run over,

then we'll find out what

kind of a person you are!

I'm sorry, but

I didn't start this

conversation and I

don't play these games.

I'm not playing games!

And don't look

so outraged!

You have every right to

falsify your own life,

but you have no right

to falsify anybody else's.

It's what makes

people into Nazis!

And I'm sorry, but it's

just a little suspicious

that you're making

such a big fuss

about this when you

didn't even know her

and you're having troubles

with your own mother.

Oh, my God!

But this is my life

we're talking about,

'cause it's my real

friend who got killed,

who I'm never

going to see again,

who I've known since

I was 19 years old myself.

And I don't want that sucked into

some adolescent self-dramatization!

I'm not f***ing dramatizing anything!

I was there and you weren't,

and if I happen

to express myself

a little hyperbolic ally,

Emily,

that's just

the way I talk!

I can't help it if my

mother's an actress!

Why are you being

so f***ing strident?

"Strident"?

Yeah.

Okay.

You should leave.

Why? Because I

called you strident?

Yeah. You should leave.

Okay, I will.

Now! Okay, let me get my bag!

All I meant by

saying you were strident

is that you were

being emphatic!

I obviously

misused the word.

Look it up when

you get home.

Jesus Christ.

You're amazing.

Yes. I'm amazing.

Why are you doing this?

Lisa, I'm not doing anything.

I'm a human being.

Monica was a human being.

So was her daughter

and so is your mother.

We are not

supporting characters

in the fascinating

story of your life.

I never said or

thought you were,

and I really didn't

mean to call you strident.

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