Mr. Morgan's Last Love Page #4

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You gonna be okay?

Of course I will.

If not, I can always talk to Dad, right?

You're hysterical.

Look, I really do have to go

or I am gonna miss my flight,

and then Laura

will miss her play,

and then Ray might hurt her.

Or she won't miss it,

and then she might hurt him,

but either way,

they're gonna end up behind bars,

and, man, after

all this shopping,

I am fresh out of bail money.

Thank you.

I will call you...

and then we'll talk, okay?

You are my favorite brother.

I'm your only brother.

Details.

Charles de Gaulle,

s'il vous plait.

So you and my dad are not...

No, we're not.

Then I don't get it.

What don't you get?

Why do you hang out

with my dad?

Matt needs someone

to take care of him.

Yeah, I can imagine

why he's letting you do it.

Why are you doing it?

I'm good at it.

So how good are you at, uh,

taking care of yourself?

Hmm?

Wait, let me guess.

You suck at it, right?

- Okay, now it's my turn.

- For what?

Asking questions

you don't like to answer.

Fair enough.

Why are you so angry?

My wife is pregnant.

And that makes you angry?

It's not mine.

But that's not why I'm angry.

Matt thinks

you're angry at him.

And what exactly makes you

an authority on the subject?

I've seen the way he looks at

you when you leave the room.

What are you doing tonight?

Reservation for Laubie.

Or Morgan?

- MATRE D':
Oh, yes.

- Yes?

Hello.

Thank you. Merci.

What are you doing here?

Pauline asked me to dinner.

Oh.

- What are you doing here?

- I asked her to dinner.

Oh.

Is Karen coming too?

No. She had to go home.

Family crisis.

What about you?

My flight is tomorrow.

I'm sure Susan and Kyle

can't wait to have you back.

I'm having the, uh, foie gras.

- How about you?

- MATRE D':
Mademoiselle.

Oh, good evening.

Bonsoir.

- MATTHEW:
You look very beautiful.

- Merci.

MATTHEW:

Sit down, please.

Merci.

This is a very nice restaurant.

It is, yeah.

Have you been here before?

PAULINE:
No.

MILES:
I should go.

Please stay.

I want you to.

Well, if he wants to leave...

You want him to stay

too, don't you?

MATTHEW:
Of course.

Say, Pauline, have you

ever been to St. Malo?

No.

But, you know, I've always wanted to go.

I hear it's really beautiful.

Did Karen put you up to this?

I can think for myself, Dad.

I've already had

this discussion with her,

and I don't want it

again with you.

Of course.

Just do what you do best. Shut everyone up.

What's in St. Malo?

Nothing, we...

we had a house there.

We have a house there.

It was my mother's favorite

place in the world.

It was also the only thing that

we could all ever agree on.

I told you,

you'll get the money.

I told you,

it's not about that!

PAULINE:
Please,

can we try to...

You know, you're not the only one

with feelings about that house.

But you have no consideration

for anyone but yourself.

I used to think that when Mom

was still alive...

Don't bring your mother into this!

She's got nothing to do with it!

She has everything

to do with this!

If you're gonna spend the rest of

your life being angry with me,

that's your decision.

But I am not selling Joan's house

to a stranger, and that is final!

It's our house,

and I don't even want you to sell it.

- But if Mom was here...

- Well, she's not here!

She's gone!

And I would give anything

to take her place.

Anything.

But I can't.

She died, and I'm still here.

Have you any idea

what that leaves me with?

What does that leave you with?

It leaves me with absolutely nothing,

Miles.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

All right, I'm leaving.

No, no, it's okay, I'll leave.

Forget it.

Enjoy your dinner.

Where's your manners?

Pauline invited you to dinner.

Watch your own manners, Dad.

Goddamn it, Miles,

what do you want from me?

I want you to stop acting like

you're the only one who lost her.

Why are you angry now?!

Miles!

Attends!

- Listen, I'm sorry!

- Hey!

Nobody asked you

to fix this, you hear me?

You cannot fix it.

You're not that good.

Just go away.

PAULINE:
Miles!

KYLE:
Are you sure?

Very sure.

- So, like, totally?

- Yeah.

- How sure?

- Dead sure.

- Sounds good.

- Yeah.

See you soon, Dad.

- Sooner than you think.

- Okay. Good night.

Okay. Good night.

WOMAN:
Monsieur?

Yes, I would like one of those

ham and cheese sandwiches.

Could you please

take off the pickles?

Yes, thanks.

How much is that?

(LANGUID GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN:
May I help you?

Where's Pauline?

She's not here.

She called in sick today.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

Pauline?

I tried drinking for a while.

It didn't work with me at all.

You could use some chairs.

I'll get you some chairs.

I'm sorry about last night.

You shouldn't get caught

in the middle like this.

I got my own problems.

I got problems!

Do you understand?

Yeah. I-I know.

I'm sorry.

I...

I'm really very sorry.

It's just that...

What is it, Matthew?

You...

are the crack...

in my world.

Do you want

to keep the hangers?

No. There are few things

more depressing

than empty coat hangers.

What shall we put this in?

Uh... I don't...

Do you have big

garbage bags or...

or suitcases?

Suitcases.

CLERK:
Et les valises?

Do you need the suitcases?

No. I don't

need them anymore.

No.

So whatever happened

to George Hamilton?

Who?

Jerome. The garcon.

(PAULINE CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Did you ever see him again?

No.

Why not? He couldn't

take his eyes off you.

Well, you know

what men are like.

- No, what are they like?

- They're all the same.

The way they stare at your

tits and pretend not to.

Actually, I was hoping

I wasn't like that.

You're different.

That's why I love

being with you.

You stare at me for no reason.

Should I call the police,

monsieur?

I'm sure that's not necessary.

Uh...

I'm gonna wait for him.

You want to go in?

Do you?

(DISTANT DOG BARKS;

DISTANT CHILD SPEAKS)

(SOFT SOB)

(SEABIRDS CAWING)

(SOBBING SOFTLY)

(SEABIRD CAWS LOUDLY)

(CLATTERING SOUNDS)

I hope you're hungry.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, you could, uh,

pick these beans for me.

I need a handful of thyme.

And open that bottle

and pour us a glass.

You were wrong about me,

you know.

Yeah? How?

I can think of lots

of reasons to stare at you.

Really.

I can think of about

ten of them right now

off the top of my head.

Okay.

- You really want to know?

- I really want to know.

Okay, um...

You're beautiful.

Obviously, you're smart.

And I can always

tell when you're sad

because you hide behind

your defiance when you are.

When you're happy,

all of you is happy,

even your hair.

You don't have a mean bone

in your body,

and I thought they didn't

make them like that anymore.

You're funny.

When you listen,

you look interested.

You're kind.

And you wear your heart

on your sleeve,

which can be

terribly intimidating.

(DISTANT SEABIRD CAWS)

And you remind me of Joan.

I want you to have

the house, Pauline.

What?

I want to give you this house.

And I will make sure

that you'll always

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