Not Fade Away Page #6

If it works out with Ragovoy,

we would still move out to L.A.?

I think you should focus

on the audition right now.

You should become

an actress out there.

I told you, I thought about it,

and people say I should.

And I love movies,

but I don't think acting's right for me.

I could be a writer

or edit film, too.

I just meant...

And I'm also really interested

in veterinary.

You should become a glamourpuss star

and I could do the music.

Are you listening?

Is that all you value about me,

my looks?

I was only kidding.

When I was your age,

I courted this wild gal.

She had a Cord Phaeton.

It was a V16 engine.

Yeah, I know. I know.

It was like a

'Vette back then.

Anyway, she was a pistol.

You know what she'd do?

I have absolutely no idea.

She'd drive us at night

up to the cliffs

overlooking the Hudson.

She'd have her golf

clubs in the trunk,

and we'd drive golf

balls into the river.

She wanted to get married,

but it was the Depression.

I was worried about

job security.

So, how's your

fra diavolo? Good?

Yeah, real good.

You're not eating much.

Big lunch.

Over here, two.

I used to take

that gal here.

Didn't bother her at all,

she was the only woman in the place.

Well, Mom's skeeved out by shellfish,

that we know.

Yeah.

Dad, how come after

the Depression,

you never got drafted

into the war?

Well, actually,

I didn't wait to get drafted.

I tried to sign up.

Seabees.

But the place where

I was working then,

we made belt buckles

and canvas fasteners.

For Uncle Sam.

Vital to the war effort.

So I didn't get to go.

Lucky me, huh?

You know,

my friend from when I was a kid, Tom,

with the one leg missing?

Yeah.

Iwo Jima.

And our buddy, Russ,

he never left that island.

Those weeks when I was

at the Lahey Clinic

getting those treatments?

I met a patient there.

About my age.

Same lymphoma as me.

There's only about 60 cases

in the whole U.S.

Kate.

From California.

L.A.?

San Fran'?

You could say

I fell in love with her.

I was thinking seriously

about leaving your mother.

I shouldn't say "seriously."

it probably wasn't serious.

Anyway,

what would she do?

What do you mean?

Like, you'd go there?

Or she would come here?

No, no. Your mother.

What would she do?

I don't know.

I'd take...

I'd take care of her.

What, that guy go to Scotland

for the Scotch?

Dad. I was saying

that I would take care of Mom.

You know they're still pulling lobsters

out of New York Harbor?

Uncle Murf has got a friend who has

got a trawler out in Sandy Hook.

# It's nice that I can

trust you with my secrets

# Your reputation for

discretion is well-known

# And I appreciate the glimpse

into your mystery

# Tell me just one thing

and then you're on your own

# Am I still penciled in

on your calendar

# Am I still the

late night call

# When you've got

nothing to say

# I know it's Christmas

morning

# And you say you love me

# But who'll be the

last lover standing

# Come Saint Valentine's Day

# I had my cards

close to my vest

# When the table

got kicked over

# It's what you wanted

# Though you thought nothing

and said even less

# And now even your

carrier pigeons

# Have been picked

off by the vultures

# There's only one thing

left for you to confess

# Am I still penciled

in on your calendar

# Am I still the

late night call

# When you've got

nothing to say

# I know it's

New Year's Eve

# And you say

you love me

# But who'll be the

last lover standing

# Who'll be the last

lover standing

# Who'll be the last

lover standing

# Come Saint Valentine's Day

I took the liberty of writing some things

down during your set.

Is that a recording contract?

Goin' To A Go-Go,

Easter Parade.

You never know.

You might get asked to play it in season

if people are drinking enough.

Those are two of twenty.

Maybe Baby.

I'll work up another five.

I want you to learn them.

Play as many bars and

coffeehouses as you can.

Ensconce yourself here in New York.

Pay your dues.

Make your living from it.

Play seven nights a week,

two shows a night,

and then call me

in six months.

This material, we'll lose the mystique

we built up with our fans.

Fellas,

let me tell you something.

The band that tries

to manage itself

has five jerk-offs

as a client.

What's your percentage

gonna be, Jerry?

Can you just listen?

Learn 25 new songs?

It's a huge amount

of time and effort.

That's why it's called

the music business.

It's an art form.

So they say.

Since Pepper.

But, okay. Let's stipulate

for now it's an art form.

Art, painting, literature.

The whole kreplach

is 10% inspiration, 90% perspiration.

But playing for drunks every night?

Getting booed?

The Beatles spent two years

playing German strip bars,

dodging bratwurst.

It's musical boot camp.

What'd you think

of their song?

Keep writing.

That f***ing

Rickenbacker thing

you had going was

out of sight, man.

So what are you

going to do now?

We shouldn't get

back together?

I don't think so, man.

How do you tell Doug and everybody

that I embarrass you?

We have more laughs

and adventures than anybody.

Since we were

six years old.

Made me want to cry

when I heard that.

You ever read

The Tibetan Book of the Dead?

There is no past.

No future, either.

Just the now.

So, you don't need

to get hung up on

whether you're in the band

or some other band

or no band at all.

Yeah, but you'll

be in the band.

And Doug.

I can return the van

after I drop you off.

Bike's looking excelsior.

Hey, you should

take it for a crank.

Keep your hand

on the clutch!

Keep her in first till

you hit the street!

Shift!

Gaunt takes the snap.

Looking for a receiver.

Montan goes wide.

Here comes Gaunt

with a Hail Mary!

Twenty-six before

This is Big Dan.

My ears are still frozen.

- What?

- Sh*t.

Oh, you! Don't you

try anything!

Wake up! Wake up!

You are not graduating

from Kotex.

Try convincing your future husband

it was just tampons.

I guess this

puts the kibosh

on Jerry Ragovoy's timetable.

F***ing tragedy, man.

On the brink of success.

Part of me is thinking

of going to film school.

UCLA.

You still rapping about that?

I like the idea of putting music

together with film images.

Maybe, I don't know.

You'd go out

there with Deitz?

She's switching

to pre-veterinary.

Frankly,

we can't wait

around for you

when it comes time

to record with Jerry.

Jerry never guaranteed

we'd record.

This delay,

actually a blessing

in disguise.

Gives us a year to

finally be ready.

A year.

If you can't wait around,

we understand.

Good thing I happen to be

taking voice lessons.

At least now,

if you go to L.A.,

we won't be out

a lead singer.

Bye!

You know as well as I do,

the church says this is a sin.

And on top of

everything else,

our grandchildren

are gonna have mental illness

in their genes.

Chains!

- What'd you say?

- Hold your horses!

What?

My father put snow

chains in the trunk.

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