Rabbit Hole Page #3

- All right, Becca, that's enough.

- "Worship me and I'll treat you like sh*t."

No wonder you like him.

He sounds just like Dad.

I'm sorry.

You're gonna do the cake, then?

Yeah.

All right, I'll see you tomorrow.

Who has a birthday party

in a bowling alley, anyway?

I mean, Izzy thinks she's still 14.

If you're not up for

this, we don't have to go.

No, it's just a party. I'm fine.

I wish you'd take that thing out of here.

We're hardly in this car.

What's the difference?

It's weird. It feels weird.

What if we gave it another try?

- What?

- Another baby?

I mean, we're not getting any younger.

Is that what the sex thing

was about the other night?

- No.

- You're trying to get me pregnant.

Becca, no, of course not.

I know it's scary, but maybe it might

- help us get back on track.

- On track?

What, we can't talk about it?

I think we should sell the house.

I've been thinking about it,

and since we're on the topic...

What? What do you mean?

How are we on the topic?

I talked to a realtor,

and she thinks we can pull together...

- What do you mean, talked to a realtor?

...an open house pretty quickly, and then...

Why would you talk to a realtor

without telling me?

I'm telling you now.

You want us to get back on track,

I think it would help if we moved.

- We love that house.

- He's everywhere, Howie.

I can see his fingerprints on the door jams.

- I see puzzles, I see his highchair.

- I like seeing his fingerprints.

Yeah, but that's because you don't have

to sit and stare at it all day.

You get to go to work. You get to escape.

- Yeah, but I don't want to move!

- I don't want another baby!

Jesus!

- What are you doing?

- What do you think I'm doing?

I just had to check the cake. It's fine.

Are you kidding? The Kennedys?

With the assassinations

and the lobotomies?

- Yeah.

- Right here.

Yeah. That's not a curse, though.

- It's just bad luck.

- The plane crashes?

Too much money. That's their curse.

If those Kennedys lived like normal people,

most of them would still be alive.

I think it's sad.

All those good-looking people

falling out of the sky like that.

It's a frigging waste.

- Didn't I say no wine?

- She brought it herself.

Isn't this nice? Just sitting

around talking politics like this?

I never do this. It's a nice change.

- Let's do gifts.

- Yes.

- Yeah, gifts!

- All right!

- Yes!

- Okay.

- It's heavy.

- So pretty. I hate to ruin it, but I will.

It's a bathroom set.

More of a practical gift.

Is this your way of telling me you don't

like my Three Stooges shower curtain?

- I didn't know what to get you, so...

- Seriously, it's great.

- Say thank you.

- Thank you, Becca. Thank you, Howie.

- Don't thank me, Becca picked it out.

- Now me.

- Thank you.

- I know it's a little early, but...

- Oh, my God!

- Lovely.

So sweet. Thank you, Mama.

I thought we weren't doing baby stuff

for the birthday.

I thought we were doing it...

We were waiting for the shower.

No, honey, it's not baby stuff,

it's mommy stuff.

This is perfect, Bec.

I needed a bathroom set.

- Yeah, but you need baby stuff more.

- We can take it back.

- That's right, we should.

- No.

I'm gonna get you a basket

of Mustela lotions.

- They prevent stretch marks.

- No. Becca, let it go.

You can get me the lotion another time.

- No, come on.

- You can get me the lotion another time!

I got it, I got it. It's

okay. It's all right.

- I didn't...

- Thank you. Thank you, Becca.

Here.

I just remembered what I was gonna say

about Aristotle Onassis.

It was about the son

who died in a plane crash.

Are you ready to go?

You should have stopped him

from going off

on all that Kennedy stuff,

because my point was Onassis

and how he put up a reward

to anyone who could prove

that someone had sabotaged

his son's plane.

He was so desperate to blame somebody.

Did you read this?

- He needed a reason for losing his son.

- Mom, why are you telling this story?

- I'm just talking. I can't talk?

- You never just talk.

You guys, thanks for coming to my party.

Becca, the cake was so good.

You forget what I went through

when your brother died.

You think I don't know anything,

but I do, Becca.

- Like who to blame?

- Guys, please. It's my birthday party.

- No, let it go. That's their stuff.

- No, I'm not talking about blame.

- I'm talking about comfort.

- Comfort.

- Where are you getting it?

- Comfort? I'm not.

Well, I think you should.

Okay, well, let me get on that

and see what I can dig up on eBay.

I'm just trying to help you, Becca.

You know, I wish somebody had given me

a little advice when Arthur died.

You know what I wish?

I wish you would stop comparing Danny

to Arthur.

- Becca.

- Danny was a 4-year-old boy

who chased his dog into the street,

and Arthur was a 30-year-old heroin addict

who OD'd.

Frankly, I resent

how you keep lumping them together, Mom.

He was still my son.

We're gonna go.

I hope you enjoy the bathroom set, Izzy.

I'm gonna.

When Arthur died

I was just as upset as she was,

but I didn't take it out on other people.

What about Mrs. Bailey?

Nobody's talking about Mrs. Bailey.

- Hey, did you call that guy about the roof?

- No, I couldn't find the number.

Becca, it's in my phone. It's on the mantle.

What's his name?

It's not under his name.

Then how am I supposed to call him if I...

- It's under "roof guy."

- "Roof guy."

- Well, what was I supposed to put it under?

- I don't know how to use this.

- It doesn't...

- No. Okay, now scroll down.

- Now what? You do it.

- Scroll down with your finger.

- Roof guy.

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Are you waiting for me?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry.

I thought that you took the bus.

- I do.

- But not today.

Not today. I skipped school.

Well, you shouldn't be playing hooky,

young man.

Why are you waiting for me?

I thought we could talk.

About what?

- Is this okay?

- Yeah, it's fine.

- Not too weird?

- No.

I mean...

No, I know, it's...

It's weird for me, too.

- Don't you like school?

- I like it all right.

I just thought 'cause you... I don't

know, you seem to not be going, so...

I've been accepted to college already, so...

- Not a big deal, then.

- No, it is a big deal,

but only if my mother finds out.

She said she would confiscate my phone

if I did it again.

Not that I use my phone anyway.

- So, where are you headed?

- Connecticut College.

Right. That's a good school. Not far.

I bet your parents are pleased

that you're gonna be close by.

It's just my mom, but, yeah,

she's pretty happy about it.

She keeps saying she's gonna apply

to the grad program

so she can keep an eye on me

while I'm up there.

- She's just joking, though.

- Yeah.

She's not really looking forward to it,

'cause I'm the only one at home now,

but I told her I'd come home

on the weekends and stuff if I could.

Well, that'll be nice.

So...

I'm sorry.

I know.

- You don't have to...

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