Peep World Page #6

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Look at...

Yeah, yeah it is.

No, my name's Meg.

Hi.

Hi, nice to meet you.

I'm Henry.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, Marilyn.

Aren't you gorgeous?

Hey, Ted.

Hey, Joel.

Hi.

Hi. Good.

How are you?

This is Mary.

Hi, how are you?

She's...my girlfriend.

So...hi.

This is Amy!

Everybody.

Amy... Amy Harrison?

Yes.

Amy Harrison?

Guys, she is in the movie.

She plays Teri in the movie.

Oh, Teri.

Oh, she's my sister.

Yeah, she plays your sister.

You must be Nathan.

My dad is f***ing the actress

that plays his daughter?

That's what it looks like.

So I'm actually something

of a Writer myself.

I would really love

to pick your brain

about the process.

It would be my pleasure.

That's the best thing

about writing.

It's something you can

develop overtime,

and with the right mentor...

Excuse me, mentor.

Would you pass the bread,

please?

That was sick.

Oh, wow.

You're Teri Markowitz.

Uh, yeah.

Oh.

Teri's based on me.

Hmm.

Of course

a very distorted version

that says a lot more about

the author and his problems

than it does about me,

but it's still my life,

thus the lawsuit.

So...

Oh, oh.

Did daddy tell you

I'm an actress?

Ha.

Oh, no.

I'm studying with Anton.

- Anton.

- Pitzelhoffen

Pitzelhoffen

- Do you know Anton?

- No.

No one knows who Anton is.

I have to say, I just...

I didn't imagine imagine you for

this part.

Like, I just...

Oh yeah?

That's not what

I pictured at all.

It's weird.

Did you imagine...

Nobody specific.

I just, um...

I guess..

someone famous.

- Nice, nice.

- Cheri.

More known.

I wanted you

to have this, so...

happy birthday.

What is that?

Thank you, Joel.

And I was hoping...

a little bit later,

I needed to speak

to you about something.

Hey, we said no presents.

There are not supposed

to be gifts.

The whole deal is,

you come to the dinner

and there are no presents...

Jack, right?

I paid for the party.

Oh, "I'm paying

for the party."

Good point.

I'm sorry not all of us

can be rich architects.

- Look at that face.

- It's just a picture.

Absolutely unbelievable.

All the potential you had

back then, Joel.

It was amazing.

- Mr. Meyerwitz.

- Yeah?

Some people are

just late bloomers.

And so?

What is that supposed to mean?

Don't be so hard on him.

I don't understand

what you're talking about.

Dad, I really need to speak

to you about this.

Okay, Joel.

If it's that important.

Thank you.

Aw, we said no presents.

Hey.

Okay.

Well, Dad,

you see, there's this, um...

I'm waiting, Joel.

Joel, spit it out.

Do you have something

to say to me or not?

I want to go back to the table.

Where can I buy shoes

like that?

You've got to be kidding me.

That's what you... that's what

you dragged me here for?

Yeah.

They're too expensive

for you, kiddo..

That's what I thought.

Oh, boy.

Oh, I am going to miss

that car.

Okay.

So how is everybody?

This is a great dinner.

Look, I know that this

is a celebration for me...

I love you.

For my 70th birthday,

and I really appreciate it,

but at this point, I just want

to make a toast.

To my fabulous son Nate,

And the great success

he's having

with his book, Peep World.

Congratulations, Nate.

You did it, kid.

Thanks, Dad.

Oh, pardon me if I don't toast

to a man who's ruined my life.

And I don't know how

any of you...

I ruined your life?

And what did I do?

Did I make you more unemployed?

More dysfunctional?

More f***ed up?

You stabbed us all

in the back, you motherf***er.

You're a f***ing b*tch, okay?

You honestly have wasted

your entire life

being an a**hole.

Look at yourself

in the mirror.

You look like a f***ed-up

version of Amy Winehouse..

Nate!

Cheri!

Just save your drama

for the stage,

where you don't get paid.

And you stop laughing.

It's not funny.

I want to tell you

something, Nate.

I want you to be proud

of yourself.

When you're successful,

there are always people

who will tear you down.

That's what they do.

It's something

that your brothers

and your sister

Wouldn't understand.

Thanks, Dad.

Everybody at the firm tells me

it's a hell of a book.

What did you think?

I haven't read it.

You haven't read it yet?

Well, come on, what do I have

to read it for?

I lived it.

You didn't read

your own son's novel?

I haven't read

my own son's novel.

But you know, obviously,

I'll get around to it.

What? What is it that you

don't understand, Nate?

You. Okay?

I don't understand you.

Can somebody please tell me

what the hell

he's talking about.

Don't worry, Nathan.

Dad's proud of you...

as long as people at the firm

are patting him on the back.

I would be just as proud

of you, Jack,

if you ever built

something substantial,

if you built a building

and I walked down the street

and I could point to it and say,

"Look at that building.

That's my kid.

My kid built that building."

Once again,

it comes back to you.

What are you saying?

You're saying I only think

about myself?

I see.

Well, then, let me

ask you something.

Who the f*** paid

for your architectural school?

Huh?

And what about your nose job,

princess?

How many nose jobs

did you have?

One, and then one

for maintenance.

Rehab. How many times?

Three.

Three times.

That's ridiculous.

I didn't near any complaints

when the cash machine was open.

Speaking of which,

Jack, how's business?

I had a nice chat today

with Brad Thomkins

Told me that your drawings

Weren't up to par.

But that's fine, not to worry.

As a favor to me, he said

he'd give you another shot.

I don't want

another shot, Dad.

My business is over.

I don't want to be

an architect anymore.

Look, Son.

Nothing is over.

Business is cyclical.

It goes in stages.

You had a few bad months.

That's okay.

You just...

you gotta stick to it.

Why?

Because it's yours.

But I don't want it, Dad.

My heart is not in it.

I don't think it ever was.

Okay, fine.

Fine.

Let's eat.

Come on.

No problem.

I just want to know one thing.

What are you gonna do

about money?

I don't know.

You don't know.

That's great.

I have news for you.

Being a father is expensive.

No kidding.

I'm surprised

you're even having a kid,

because as far back

as I can recall,

you never had any balls at all.

Ooh.

Henry, that's enough!

Mom.

Mom, it's okay.

I'm okay.

I didn't raise my kids

to be quitters

You didn't raise us

at all, Dad.

God.

I may never make as much money

as you, Dad,

but I know one thing.

I'll be a better father

than you ever were.

Give me a break.

That's right;

walk away.

That's right, Jackie boy.

Leave. Walk away.

Come on, Laura.

Don't worry

about the business.

Deep down, he's just like me.

No, Henry.

He's nothing like you.

Another petit Syrah?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Wrong time.

Can I get a shot of something?

Anything.

You okay?

He'll get over it.

I don't care.

For the first time in my life,

I honestly don't give a sh*t

what my family thinks about me.

How's that feel?

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