My One And Only Page #6

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- Where were you?

- Car broke down.

- What was wrong with it?

- How should I know?

Bud fixed it. Ask him.

Where's your brother?

- He had rehearsal.

- Oh. Well, get your things together.

His too. We're leaving.

We're not goin' back to Dad now, are we?

You saw him, didn't you?

Yeah, I saw him, and he's a sh*t.

Don't talk like that about your father.

You'll regret it one day.

What do you care? Hmm?

It's pretty obvious that you're not

thinking about him these days.

I have been loyal to your father...

since the day I met him...

which is something no one would make

the mistake of saying about him.

That's what I said. He's a sh*t.

Your father adores you.

Right.

When you were two...

or maybe three years old...

you came down with something awful.

Like an earache or something.

Well, whatever it was, you were crying...

and nothin' anybody did

could make you stop.

Until your father came into your room...

sat down on your bed,

and started playing his clarinet.

- He did?

- Mm-hmm.

And whenever he would stop,

you would just start crying again.

So he just kept on playing nonstop

for what felt like days.

What happened?

You got better.

That's the biggest bunch of crap

I've ever heard.

There are some things

that you are too young to understand.

Such as?

Such as you're not the only one

who gets lonely around here.

[Keys Jingling]

George.

- You guys leavin'?

- Yeah.

They'll probably rent your apartment out

to some loser.

Probably will.

George, we should get going.

I'll see you around.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll see you around.

[Starts Engine]

[Ann]

George. Mirror.

Bye.

[Robbie]

George, this is ridiculous.

Is it a family tragedy, boys?

We're going to our Aunt Hope's

in St. Louis.

That counts as a tragedy.

Okay, everybody, let's, uh...

let's take five.

- [Ann] Thank you.

- The doctors have tried everything.

Eat up, boys. Breakfast is

the most important meal of the day.

Especially when it's your only meal

of the day.

You sure Aunt Hope has room for us all?

Your Aunt Hope and Uncle Tom

have a comfortable if modest home.

Uncle Tom's Cabin. How appropriate.

- Aunt Hope... the woman that God forgot.

- [Chuckles]

Your Aunt Hope is a good person.

What happened,

did you run out of ex-boyfriends?

[Robbie] You did say you'd never

go back there, remember?

Well, I said a lot of things

that don't mean much now.

- Why are we going there if you hate her so much?

- I love my sister, George.

It's being near her that I hate.

Things will turn our way soon.

Now eat your food.

Looking for somebody?

Yeah. Ann Devereaux.

They left yesterday.

She say where they were going?

- Who wants to know?

- Her husband.

Your wife's a beautiful woman.

She's got a lot of class.

Yeah, well, I guess

I knew that before you did.

They're heading west.

Said something about her sister.

- Thanks, pal.

- Don't mention it.

[George Narrating] My mother always said

she'd have to be desperate...

to go to her sister's in St. Louis.

So I guess we were officially desperate.

- Tom?

- Ann? Is that you?

Hi, Tom!

Pull up around the back.

- Where'd you get that car?

- [Ann Laughs]

Hey, Hope, your crazy sister.

Robbie, you can have

half your Uncle Tom's pork chop.

Give him the meaty half, Tom.

- All right.

- And George can have my mashed potatoes.

- I don't want your mashed potatoes, Aunt Hope.

- Of course you do.

You're our guests,

and we're happy to feed you...

- even if it is with the food off our own plates.

- Thank your Aunt Hope, George.

No need to thank me. You're family.

Good Christian people help their families...

even when they do show up hungry

and without a word of warning.

Well, especially then.

So, from what you say, it sounds like you don't

even know yourselves where you're going.

The boys and I are on an adventure.

Oh.

[Chuckles]

I only wish Father were here to see where

his little darling is having supper tonight.

Apple doesn't fall far

from the tree after all, does it?

Guess not.

And what are you doing in a car like that?

- It's a beauty.

- It's ostentatious, is what it is.

- I won't have it sitting in front of my house.

- All right. All right.

So how long did you say you were staying?

- They just got here, Hope.

- Well, we're not going to be a burden.

The first thing I'm doing

is going out and getting a job.

You? A job?

Is this the kind of job

that entails working?

Order number three up!

- Where's my ketchup?

- Check, please!

Sorry about that.

Excuse me.

Um, I asked for toast.

Oh. Oh, yes. I'm sorry.

Order number four up!

Yes, yes.

- Ann!

- Here we go. Coming!

Excuse me.

Okay, here we go.

Where's my coffee, sweet thing?

- Right here.

- What the hell? Are you crazy?

Hey! Where the hell are you goin'?

Hey! Come on back here!

Oh!

You all right, honey?

Oh, I'm fine.

You're so pretty.

I'm supposed to tell you you're fired.

Is that man all right?

Raymond? Hell, it's the only time he didn't

complain his coffee wasn't hot enough.

Oh, there you go.

Good as new.

- Thank you.

- Rosie!

All right.

I'm comin'.

Even God don't make green

in any other shades, Mrs. Donahue.

Well, I can see the color in my head.

Oh. Uh, we'll be in touch,

Mrs. Devereaux.

I've got to find something to go

with my new sofa and curtains, Joe.

What color are they?

l-I got the swatches right here.

Hmm. Well,

have you considered a peach?

It would bring out

this color in the fabric.

Ooh. That's a nice color.

Peach Melba.

Oh. Who makes up these names?

Mr. Massey names all his paints himself.

Well, it's a beautiful color

just the same.

Oh, and doesn't it bring out

the pearl in her skin? Joe?

Right. It brings out

the pearl in your skin, Mrs. Donahue.

Jesus, Joe. Can't I go back

to Chicago for two days...

without you hiring a woman to work here?

That's what I'm trying

to tell you, Mr. Massey.

She's been here three weeks,

and sales are up 20%.

Are you sure that's gonna be enough, Ted?

Uh... Better give me four gallons, I guess.

- Yeah.

- Heavenly Gold.

I beg your pardon?

Your hair.

I'm gonna mix a color just like it...

and call it Heavenly Gold.

Bill Massey.

Gentleman's Blue.

- I beg your pardon?

- Your eyes.

They're Gentleman's Blue.

Well, are we finished here?

- Yeah.

- Don't want anyone to miss out on this...

- Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well

- vision.

- Gonna stay right here

- Pass it! Pass it!

- To me! To me!

- Where I'm at

Boys, you know the rules. Outside.

- Sorry.

- Yeah. George, just a minute.

You enjoying it here in St. Louis, George?

- It's okay.

- You're a good writer.

- I am?

- Of course, what you wrote about...

uh, your mom and your brother

and all that...

Uh, it's a little exaggerated.

- Isn't it?

- I wish.

Well, keep it up.

You're not ready

for a Pulitzer Prize yet...

but you certainly got yourself a voice.

Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well

oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well

I'm gonna stay right here

Where I'm at

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