Marjorie Prime Page #6

backboard, it's nothing.

It's just like a...

I'm just talking myself.

This is... just

talking to myself.

Jon, please look at me.

I can help you if you let me.

I would like to help you.

But first, you have to

tell me more about myself.

What was it like when

we were first married?

Did you propose to me?

Or did I ask you?

[Music - Bryce dessner

and Richard Reed parry,

["wave movements"]

This is Raina's daughter,

your granddaughter.

She's 10.

I wanted to see you.

I never got to meet you, but I

thought this could be a way to.

She's adopted.

I see.

Do you know what that means?

Yes, of course.

Well, it's lovely to meet you.

My mother named me

after your mother.

Her name is Marjorie.

I wanted to say hi.

I'm glad.

Hi.

Marjorie likes plants and

trees, just like you did...

Do.

She's studying what is it?

Taxonomy.

Taxonomy.

Plant identification.

The dichotomous key.

Dichotomous?

It's when you take

a plant, a leaf,

and you ask is it

simple or compound.

Simple, ok, so smooth

edge or serrated.

And you keep going until you can

say ok, this is Norway maple.

So you see, another

whiz kid in the family.

There was an old

movie theater in town

that played mostly classics.

They had red velvet

seats, popcorn machine.

I think they changed the

popcorn once a month.

And they were

playing "Casablanca."

Oh.

I knew how she felt about me.

It's easy to forget

how great it is.

They came to Casablanca

for the waters.

The waters, what waters?

We're in the desert.

I was misinformed.

After the movie, I stopped

her outside the theater.

I got down on one knee.

The pavement was wet,

but I didn't mind.

And I got out the ring.

And what could

you say except...

Maybe.

It was maybe.

Let me think about it.

I can't fight it anymore.

I ran away from you once,

I can't do it again.

Oh, I don't know what's

right any longer.

You have to think

for both of us.

I wore her down, basically.

And the rest is history.

Tell us how Jon

proposed to you.

He kissed me in a museum.

Jon thinks I'm on

my feet too much.

He says I should slow down.

Lucky you

found someone so tolerant.

You're right.

Jon is so good to me.

You should

tell him more often.

I should.

- Where is Jon?

I wish he would stop by.

I didn't always

like him, you know.

I'm aware.

I didn't like his beard.

Or his politics.

Mostly it was the beard.

The politics went out with

the beard, more or less.

I'm glad you

have someone dear.

Someone dear.

What?

What did I do now?

No, it's just it's an

elegant way to say it.

People don't talk

like that anymore.

They should.

Our daughter is

afraid of the future.

I'm not.

Am I?

Well, the future will

be here soon enough,

you might as well

be friendly with it.

Incredible to think Mozart

wrote this when he was 19.

I've been... don't laugh...

Thinking I might try

writing some music.

I've got time.

Sometimes I think about Toni.

Such an affectionate

dog, remember?

Of course.

You were still awfully young.

We went to the town to

pick her up, remember?

Of course he does, mom.

We went down to the

pound in the old Subaru.

And there were a lot

of very nice dogs,

a cocker spaniel and

a noble gray pointer,

and a very attractive mutt.

But Tess picked the

little French poodle,

the little black poodle like

a little sleeping shadow.

It wasn't Tess.

What?

It wasn't Tess

who picked her out.

It was Damien.

Damien?

Our son, Damien.

Our son?

He picked her,

because she looked

like Toni, the first Toni.

He missed the first Toni.

There was

a Toni before Toni?

You hadn't come along yet.

We sometimes

worried about him.

He spent a lot of

time in his room.

We didn't always

know how to tell him,

but we loved him very much.

After he... after he died,

you made sure he was

buried next to Toni, Toni two.

I wasn't sure, but you insisted.

At the funeral,

you said he loved

her the most of all of us.

It was good that you said

that after what happened.

I was proud of you.

Remember the two of them

running on the beach?

They had sand in

their hair for weeks.

Remember.

I do now.

Me too.

How I miss them.

I didn't mean to make you sad.

You didn't.

All I can think is how nice...

How nice that we

could love somebody.

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