Margot At The Wedding Page #6

but he can't play the game.

I'm not gonna be joining him.

I'm gonna stay here.

We'll see.

All right?

Okay?

I didn't ask you to do that.

That guy is pointing at us.

I'm very interested in your story

"Middle Children. "

The father is a loathsome character,

yet we also feel

a strange sympathy for him.

Well, I was really interested in exploring

a father/daughter relationship.

While he clings to her,

desperately, he suffocates her really.

He also silently resents

the responsibility of parenthood.

There's this sexualized

push-pull with Daphne,

- which I find...

- He craves isolation.

I always saw him as someone who

so over-identifies with

everyone around him

that he begins to lose

all sense of himself.

But you make his only recourse

to abandon his family,

- including his beloved daughter.

- Yes, yes, that's true.

I write historical fiction,

so I don't have to answer to this,

but I wonder, for someone

who writes so nakedly about family,

how autobiographical is this portrait?

My father was a loving person.

He had his days, of course,

but he was devoted to us as children.

I would never have written this portrait,

were it true.

But I'm interested in how the father

could be, in fact, a portrait of you.

I don't...

Why do you assume that it's...

That, I mean, we all take from life.

I had to have our refrigerator repaired

the other day

at our apartment in Manhattan,

and I was alone with this guy.

I think he was Puerto Rican.

He was sent over by Whirlpool,

who I think it is, makes our fridge.

Although he did say that he worked for

an independent organization,

that Whirlpool subcontracts.

I think he was retarded.

There was...

There was an anger in him,

and suddenly,

suddenly I became afraid for my life.

I called Jim at NYU, and I...

I asked him to come home.

I think it was Frigidaire

who made our fridge.

I'm gonna need...

I'm gonna need to take a moment here.

You're an a**hole.

- I need to be alone right now, okay?

- What's wrong?

I don't know.

I'll tell you sometime. Go on.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Go with Mom. I'll see you later.

- You said Mom.

- You know what I mean.

Go with Pauline.

Jesus, do I need to spell it out for you?

Go with her.

There was blood on the floor,

and it was cold,

and it was snowing inside the hallway.

There was all these like

weird like torture devices,

and to get out of them,

you had to like torture yourself.

I wasn't so scared

while it was happening.

I was more scared afterwards.

It was like

I was in it and I was just spectating.

I didn't have to do any of the stuff.

I could teach you to swim if you like.

We wouldn't have to tell your mom.

I don't really want to.

- I like Malcolm.

- You do? Good.

I do, too. I don't know.

It's hard, I think,

to find people in the world

you love more than your family.

You're your mom's favorite.

Do you know that?

She's always liked you best,

more than Jim even.

Has she talked to you yet?

I don't think so. About what?

You okay?

It's hard to see your mom

like that, right?

Get attacked like that?

It was mean what he did.

I think it was really shitty.

- I think Dick's an a**hole.

- Yeah.

You know,

your mom's going through

a rough time right now.

And she can be scary when she's angry.

Whatever she says, like if she tells you

she's leaving your father, just know,

well, she often changes her mind.

And I don't want you to worry

about anything right now.

- He's cutting it down.

- Good.

My dad's late to pick me up.

I hope I'm not a pain.

You're not a pain, Maisy.

I told Paul

I didn't want you guys to come.

I thought it was interesting.

- What did Paul say?

- I think she liked it.

Yeah, right.

- Did you talk about me afterwards?

- No.

- I can tell you're lying.

- We didn't, Mom.

I don't trust her.

Pauline told me

she's very disappointed in you.

- Why?

- She thinks you laze about the house.

Ingrid's always offering to help

clean and cook.

She made bracelets for all the guests.

Even Malcolm puts up the tent.

You wait until everyone else

does it for you.

- That's not true.

- It is true.

I wish I'd taught you better manners.

I can try to make popovers,

if I can remember how.

Don't bother.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I just see how much you've changed.

Your body language.

You used to be rounder, more graceful.

You're so stiff now, so blas.

I can't explain it.

It's okay though.

You're still handsome.

Are you able to do this yourself?

Pauline, do you want me

to cut it down or not?

Watch the tent.

I liked how it looked on Vogler.

I think it's over between Margot

and Dick. He was so cruel to her today.

And poor Claude had to watch it all.

She should just get out of the marriage,

and then she can f***

whoever she wants, you know.

And Dick Koosman...

I agree.

I hate the idea of Dick f***ing Margot.

What does that mean?

You want to f*** Margot?

Pauline, that's not what I said.

I know you have a crush on her.

You already told me that.

I didn't say that!

I said I thought she was attractive

after you grilled me.

She has no interest in me anyway,

not that it would matter if she did.

Have you ever done anything like that?

- What do you mean?

- Have you ever cheated on me?

No! Can I do this?

Those e-mails that you have

with that student of mine?

Did that...

- I know you said it was nothing.

- It was.

I just... Can you say it again?

I just did. Now can I cut down the tree?

- You never did anything with her?

- No.

She e-mailed me

after that reading at the college,

- and, you know, we were friends.

- Right.

Just a regular friendship

between you and a 20-year-old girl.

Pauline,

how many times do I have to say it?

But why don't I believe it?

Because Margot can't understand

why you're with me,

and now when she's around,

you look for things.

- You promise?

- I promise.

Okay. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

- I'm gonna tell you something.

- What?

- I don't want to lose you though, okay?

- What?

I'm gonna tell you, just let me...

Maisy.

- I don't wanna know.

- We didn't really do anything.

We were goofing around.

I was making fun of her

'cause she dates a jock.

I shouldn't have put myself

in that position, I know that.

We brushed lips.

Really, it was hardly a kiss.

And then we stopped. That was it.

Our tongues touched.

I don't wanna undersell it either.

I mean, we made out.

I made out with her.

I don't know why. I don't even like her.

It's been a heady time.

What are you thinking?

Please tell me what you're thinking.

Has anyone seen Wizard?

No. Where's Maisy?

Hi. Sorry, I had to go.

I hope that's okay. I used yours.

I love your wedding dress.

It's so unconventional and great.

- Is everything okay?

- Nothing.

Hey, Claude,

do you want to play croquet?

Okay.

There's Dick!

Dad!

Malcolm...

- Is it almost ready?

- Almost.

I didn't do anything!

I didn't do anything! No!

You f***ing sleazebag!

F*** off, d*ckhead! No! No!

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