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Me Without You Page #6
F*** it.
Isabel?
Hi, darling. It's Marina.
I'm fine. How are you? Oh, good.
Well, I was just calling
to say good luck, really.
Yeah, and I saw Holly,
and she said she's seen Nat.
So she'll be there too, which is nice.
Okay. All right. We'll see you then.
Lots of love. Bye.
It was symbolism about the Berlin Wall
and the Falklands, wasn't it?
It's not meant to be Cats, Linda.
-How are you?
-Okay, thanks. Yeah.
It's so nice you came, Holly.
Really?
Nat?
Did you tell them our news?
You know what?
We're going to try for a baby.
-Fabulous.
-Yes.
-Congratulations.
-I don't want it calling me grandma.
I like the sound of that. Aunt Marina.
-I'm dehydrated.
-You're not dehydrated. You're thirsty.
Why can't you be thirsty
like normal people?
I'm dehydrated.
How are Marina's wedding plans going?
Leo Muller.
Who ever would have thought?
Great, isn't it? I can't wait.
Rachel Bloom's moving
to St. John's Wood.
And the sister got engaged
to an architect.
Actually, I've got something to tell you.
I'm probably moving.
Oh, darling, thank God!
To New York.
I've practically got
this really good job...
...and I know some people
I can stay with.
-And I just need a change.
-Oh, you just need a change.
"I'm not happy, so I'll just move."
All the chances you've had,
and you--
You f***ing--
You-- You just f***ing mess
it all up, don't you?
When, darling?
After New Year.
So, what's your news?
Morton Jacobs has got bowel cancer.
Holly, I really need to speak to you.
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
Holly, please!
So when exactly were you gonna
tell me? A call from the airport?
Oh, God, I was going to. I just....
Not yet. Who did?
Carl actually.
Because we're the only two people
who care about you, Holly.
For chrissake, New York?
You wouldn't last five minutes there.
It's the most competitive place
in the world.
-Let's talk in the morning.
-No, we can talk about it now!
All we do these days is argue or sulk.
We don't have a good time anymore.
-Yes, we do.
-When?
I'm pregnant.
Oh, God.
Hey. Hey, it's all right.
No, it's not. It's not.
It's meant to be a good thing, isn't it?
With Leo. Leo who makes
you feel so real.
-You won't go now, will you?
-Stop it. Stop it, Marina.
-I have to get rid of it if you go.
-Stop it!
Hi, Marina.
Hi, Carl.
-Did I wake you up?
-Yeah.
Sorry, darling.
-How are you, gorgeous?
-I'm okay.
So you're both coming to Leo's house
for New Year, aren't you?
We'll all be together. It'll be brilliant.
Let's celebrate
Marina's perfect, pregnant life.
-You want to go.
-I don't.
But anyway, why shouldn't I want to?
And Holly's goodbye, so sad, huh?
That's why you want to go.
Jesus, lsabel!
Could you move yourself?
Un-f***ing-believable!
Why did that c*nt suddenly turn up?
You know why.
Come on, sulk. I'm freezing.
Anyway, they have to do it every five
years. It's like gorillas or something.
Just don't choose me, darling.
-It's like group therapy.
-Okay, I've got someone.
-lt speaks.
-What--? What element are they like?
Seawater.
The dark sea.
-Very Jungian.
-Mysterious, must be me.
What poet?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
-What time of day?
-Dusk.
Which painter?
-Whistler.
-Never heard of him.
It's lsabel.
No, it's not. It's Holly.
The truth game, right?
-Sit down.
-Nat, old boy. Naughty, naughty.
Shut up, Ray.
This is boring.
Let's play...
-...sardines.
-Yes!
You'll play, won't you, Carl?
Do you know how many men
I've slept with?
No.
Sixty-three.
Sixty-three.
And now it's gonna stay 63 forever.
-ls that right?
-Yeah.
I talk to you in my head too,
all the time.
It's horrible out there.
Why can't we stay in here forever?
What's stopping us?
You tell me.
Look-- No. No.
-Why?
-This is too f***ed up.
I don't understand
Jesus, you're f***ed up!
-Come on. Hey.
-Don't touch me.
Sweetheart?
You're old.
I'm sick.
Marina.
Come on. Come on.
It's all right. It's all right. Come on.
There you go.
How can I be a mother
when I'm such a terrible, sick person?
That's one of the qualifications,
isn't it?
I'm so disgusting. I'm sorry.
-It's all right.
-He's suffocating me!
I can't bear him to touch me.
I feel so empty.
Come on. Look at you.
You've got everything going for you.
A career, lovely, real, Leo, marriage,
religion, baby. Come on.
No, I'm a big, fat nothing.
I don't have integrity or soul or beliefs.
I haven't even read
War and f***ing Peace.
You're gonna go away to New York...
...and I'm going to be left here
with a kid and him.
And then there's no point to anything.
I might as....
-I might as well just die now.
-Stop it. Stop it.
No, please, please, please don't go.
-Please, please don't go.
-Stop! Stop it!
-Please, please don't go.
-Stop it! Stop it!
We both have just got to stop this.
-Stop what? What do you mean?
-F***, I don't know. I just--
I don't want to be us anymore.
Do you?
I mean it's not your fault.
I-- I let you do it, and I blame you.
But I don't like what I am with you.
You're strangling me.
I mean, we're-- We're, like--
We're, like, suffocating each other.
All the time that I'm with you,
I feel ugly...
...and 14 and bloody desperate
and depressed...
...and not good enough
and unsuccessful...
...and jealous and stuck.
-I can change, Holly. I'll change.
-No!
-I will. I promise.
-No! No!
-I'll change!
-Get off me!
Please! I'll kill myself if you go.
-No, you won't! No, you won't.
-I'll kill myself!
I will.
There's no me without you.
-Yes, there is.
-No!
We're getting a divorce.
I'm sorry. I am sorry.
No, please, Holly!
Here's Leo. You'll be fine.
Holly.
Come here, baby.
Holly, wait!
Where are you going?
I don't know.
Can I come?
-Take that!
-Betty.
Betty, keep the noise down,
please.
Take that!
Mom. Mom!
Rifka, stop torturing your bloody
brother! Mommy's got a headache.
Thanks, love.
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