Music From Another Room Page #6

comes right out.

My name is Jesus.

My uncle's in dry cleaning.

- This is Anna, my sister.

- Where's Danny?

- He got stabbed.

- What?

Hi, Anna.

Here.

I think this has sugar in it.

- You met Jesus?

- He saved my life.

- Thank you. I'm taking Nina home.

- No, I can take her. I got wheels.

- Thank you, but no.

- I think Nina wants to go home with Jesus.

Will you stay out of this?

Come on, Nina.

He offered to drive her home.

- She's going with me.

- Excuse me.

Will you please stop talking

about me like I'm not here?

I am perfectly capable

of deciding for myself...

...who I'm going to go with.

Jesus is taking me home.

I need a lift.

God, I just can't believe

you brought her there.

The truth of the matter is, Nina had a

great time, and you just hate that.

No.

Nina was almost killed.

I was almost killed! Look!

Nina was fine.

I have enough responsibility

trying to keep this family functioning...

...without you gumming it up.

Why are you responsible

for everyone in your family?

Because I am.

All right?

They treat you like a valet service,

you know that?

You know what?

That's life.

Some people take responsibility,

and others don't.

Thanks to you,

we've got Nina cruising the barrio...

...at night with a

dishwasher named Jesus.

Yes, she is, and she's

probably having fun...

...for the first time in her life.

Wait a second.

She's had fun before. Nina's had fun.

Nina's had fun before. When was that?

Tell me, when was that?

Maybe listening to your father rant

on about how love is a conspiracy.

I know.

Perhaps taking a page out of Billy

and Irene's guide to marriage.

Or feeling the passion

that you and Eric ooze.

Wait a second. Eric and I have passion.

We have passion.

- What kind of passion is that? Tell me.

- Here we go again.

How many times have

we seen this one before?

The cowboy,

the working-class lug.

The stranger rides into town and teaches

the repressed little puritan girl...

...how to open up.

That is so patronizing,

not to mention clichd and inaccurate.

- Is it? - For your information,

I've been in love.

I am in love.

God.

Why do I always feel like...

...I have to prove something

to you all the time?

I have more passion in me than

you'd know what to do with.

I doubt it.

You're attracted to me,

aren't you?

Admit it.

Want to know something?

Yes. God help me, I am.

But I'm only attracted to you

because of your attraction to me.

- Is that bad?

- It's ludicrous.

It's a house of cards.

So I have no hope?

No, you have no

hope whatsoever.

I mean, we had an interesting

experience 25 years ago...

...and we crossed paths again.

- That's fate.

- Fate?

Yes.

Fate.

Please, the last refuge

of the truly desperate.

All right.

All right.

Let's have it your way.

Fate rules our lives.

Fate caused us to be together now.

You think it's our fate to be lovers,

and I think it's our fate to be apart.

Let's see.

Right now.

That's endearing.

You want to toss a coin

to see if we become lovers.

I forget. Did Romeo

and Juliet do that...

...or did they just

flip baseball cards?

- Are you backing out?

- I'm not backing out.

All right, then.

Heads, we become lovers.

Tails, I'll go away.

You'll never see me again.

You can blame it on fate.

I don't have to blame

what I decide on anything.

So put your sentimentality to the

test and toss the damn thing.

- But I read the coin.

- You can read the coin.

Toss it over here by me.

You ready?

Toss it.

So...

What is it?

- It's tails.

- Right. Seriously, what is it?

It's tails.

You sure?

Don't you think I know the difference

between heads and tails?

Fate.

"She looked enchanting

in her black dress.

"Her neck was enchanting.

"Her hair was enchanting.

"Her visage was enchanting. "

This chick was

pretty enchanting.

Apparently.

- Nina, can I ask you a question?

- I've been blind since I was 10 months old.

- No, I wasn't gonna ask you that.

- Yes, you were.

No, I was gonna ask you

if you were seeing somebody.

No.

No, I'm not seeing anybody.

Stupid Jesus.

- No, you're not.

- I am. I shouldn't have...

No, I was just making a joke.

You know what I meant.

Are you going out with somebody?

No.

- What?

- Take me home.

- Why? I'm sorry.

- I want to go home. Take me home.

I didn't mean that.

I'm...

Wait!

- How are you?

- Fine.

I'm waiting for Anna. I want to get

her a gift before she gets here.

What's that book there?

- Shaw's Man and Superman.

- Yeah, I've read that.

- Half of it.

- Which half?

Superman.

Listen...

Seriously,

I have to talk to you.

Something you should know.

Nothing to worry about.

I'm in love with Anna.

Are you?

I have it all in perspective now.

It's not a problem.

- And I just wanted you to know.

- I'll sleep much better knowing that.

What a thing to say.

I guess you hear it all the time, right?

"I'm in love with Anna.

I love your girlfriend. "

What's it called?

An occupational hazard.

- You know, I should look into insurance.

- No, that's it.

You don't need to.

You got it made.

- She loves you.

- Does she?

Yes. Absolutely.

She's crazy about you.

What a relief.

- I love the way you do that.

- Do what?

You say as few

words as possible.

It's very effective.

Like a sharpshooter.

I'm a bit more like a shotgun,

you know?

Scatter words like birdshot

hoping something is gonna hit.

But you can take aim,

and bang!

Hit.

It's very effective.

An intellectual thing.

- Perhaps I could tutor you.

- See, that's what I mean.

That's what I mean.

"Perhaps I could tutor you. "

Sounds like a nice thing to say,

but underneath, bang!

Watch out.

It's great. I like it.

You gonna get that for Anna?

- Yeah.

- A book?

Why, I believe that's

what they're called.

You're outdoing yourself today.

- A word of advice. Don't get her the book.

- She wants a book.

No, she does not

want the book.

- She doesn't?

- No.

No woman really wants a book

for a present. I promise you.

What are you saying?

All right.

Give her the hat.

A hat?

- I believe that's what they're called.

- She has a dozen hats.

A woman can never

have too many hats.

I don't understand.

I know.

Get her the hat.

I'll see you.

Everybody, I want you to see...

...the most beautifulest girl

in the whole wide world!

- She's beautiful, right?

- Nice to meet you.

No telling Pop I was here.

That rate looks a little low to me.

Do you think?

No, it's fine.

- She's not lucid.

- I'm used to it.

No, Mother, it's not Nina.

I'm worried about Anna.

Yes, Mother.

I'm here. It's me, Nina.

What worries

you about Anna?

I remember the moment

you all began.

Not your births,

your conceptions.

I knew you were conceived

the very moment your father...

...you know,

what do you call it?

- Ejaculated?

- Not ejaculated.

The other word they

use for it now.

- Came.

- Yes, came!

- Thank you, nurse.

- It's so biblical.

Abraham came.

Moses came.

I knew the very moment

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