Rachel Getting Married Page #5

"Have you heard from Kym? How's Kym?"

It resuscitates him.

It jars him into the moment, like an alarm.

- Rachel, that is not true. It is totally

unfair. - What? She's even worse, Dad!

"Dad, you're never going to believe this,

but that check you sent me

"never showed up,

and my landlord hates me. "

"Dad, can somebody meet me downstairs

with cab fare?

"And you're never going to believe this

"but I lost my wallet

and my checkbook got stolen.

"I got to go to the emergency room,

and everybody hates me. "

You know what, Rachel?

It really sounds like you have

some serious paternal/sibling

issues to work through.

Please! Are you kidding?

The two of you are like

a double helix of crises.

- Oh, shut up, shut up.

- I mean, in the language of psychology,

one could say

you both suffer from acute boundary issues.

Rachel! It is very nice that you're

getting your PhD.

- Oh, God!

- Don't be patronizing!

I'm sorry, but it's not...

It's ugly, honey. It's not becoming to you.

Well, how come she gets to spout off about

paternal/sibling issues,

but God forbid I should even reference

the boundary thing,

even though I actually know

what I'm talking about.

By the way, I'm not in crisis.

I haven't been in crisis in a year.

- You just got out of rehab!

- Oh, my God!

Why is this so difficult

for you to understand?

Rehabilitation, crisis.

You should really learn the difference.

No, it's like you're not happy unless

I'm in some kind of a desperate situation.

You have no idea what to do with me

unless I'm in crisis.

Why am I the only one

willing to say this sh*t?

You are so much more

evolved in your suffering.

I'm not... Who is talking about that?

Your suffering is not the most

important thing to everybody.

- Who is saying it is?

- I have a life. I'm in school.

- I'm getting married. I'm...

- What?

- I'm pregnant.

- You're pregnant? You're pregnant now?

- Are you serious?

- Oh, my God!

- What?

- Oh, my God!

That is so unfair!

So unfair!

When did you find out about this?

Roughly about the day before

we decided to get married.

I can barely believe this myself!

How far? How along? You know?

I mean, how pregnant are you?

Did you tell your mother?

- Yeah. We told her at dinner.

- Good. Okay, good.

- She was so happy.

- Dad, stop. Can you just stop?

Please. Seriously. F*** me!

Rachel, I'm sorry, Dad, but you can't drop

a tectonic bit of information

into a completely separate conversation,

Rachel. You can't do that.

- Kym, you're going to have a niece.

- Or nephew.

I know. Oh, God. Yeah, I'm excited for you.

But you can't

tell me when we're talking like this, Rach.

It's a total set-up. It's not fair.

Yeah.

God. I am so f***ing exhausted.

Oh, God.

Dad, will you tell her I'm happy for her?

She won't talk to me.

I'm really tired.

I think I'm going to head up to bed. Sidney?

- Yeah. That's a great idea.

- You're leaving now,

- in the middle of this conversation?

- Yes.

Kymmie, she's pregnant

and she's exhausted, baby.

Okay. Okay, fine. Fair enough.

Thank you so much

for telling me about Hawaii.

- Congratulations, Sid.

- Thanks.

Rachel, I cannot tell you how happy I am.

Do you guys want anything?

Do you want a sandwich or anything?

You guys must be hungry.

You got aloo gobi, there's cold saagwala.

- I really am pretty sleepy, Dad.

- You really are pretty everything!

And you, too!

Holy cow. This has been one hell of a day.

I think...

If you don't mind, sweetie,

I'm just going...

- No!

- I mean, my God.

- I'm just going to go to bed.

- I'll be right up, dear.

- I just want to load the dishwasher.

- Grandpa.

That's me.

Thanks for taking that.

- I'll see you in the morning.

- Night, night. Sweet dreams.

You know, I hope it was okay

that we told Mom at dinner about the baby.

Of course it was, lamb chop.

You should tell her.

I'm just so happy 'cause

I'm going to be a granddaddy.

- I wish Ethan were here.

- You what?

- I wish Ethan were here.

- I know, sweetheart. Me, too. Me, too.

- Take that woman.

- You got it.

Just let me know if you need

a hand with any of that.

Get out of here, Sid.

Oh, gosh. Look at that. How exquisite.

- Isn't that pretty?

- I can't borrow this.

What do you carry in here?

- A vital organ? A tiny spleen?

- It's divine, really.

You know, Rachel, you really have to

take care of yourself now, you know?

You have to eat properly.

You have to get enough rest.

I will, Mom.

How's everything at the house?

Is it all right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah? How's Sidney?

Good, good.

What about his friend? What's his name?

- Kieran.

- Right.

He was a big hit, wasn't he?

- Is your sister behaving herself?

- I'm not exactly sure what that means.

Well, she needs a lot of acknowledgment.

- You think?

- Come on.

It can't be easy.

Everybody knowing your troubles like that.

Stop fretting.

Mom, does it bother you at all,

Carol doing so much stuff for the wedding?

No. I'm thrilled to be doing the flowers.

Come on. You know how much that means

to me. And they're going to be exquisite.

- I bet.

- That's just enough.

But I mean,

you could do whatever you want.

I mean, the flowers are going to be great,

and so are you, and...

If you wanted to do anything else I would...

Thank you, sweetheart. No, I don't.

Can you see me? I'd be one of those

women, you know, like,

the insane wedding mother,

you know, the hors d'oeuvres, and...

Come on, those little hot dogs? It's not me.

It's going to be perfect.

Everything is going to be so beautiful.

And even your sister is going to have

a good time. It's all great.

And I'm going to be a grandmother!

So hooray!

Hooray!

Here's Grandma's ring. Let's try this.

Try it on.

I hope it's a boy.

Just as long as it's healthy,

that's what you say.

- Hi, I'm Kym. I'm an addict.

- Hi, Kym.

I am nine months clean.

When I was 16,

I was babysitting my little brother.

And I was...

I had taken all these Percocet

and I was unbelievably high.

And I...

We'd driven over to the park on Lakeshore.

And he was in his red socks,

just running around in these

piles of leaves.

And he would bury me,

and I would bury him in the leaves.

And he was pretending that he was a train.

And so, he was charging through the leaves,

making tracks.

And I was the caboose and I was...

So he kept saying,

"Coal, caboose! Coal, caboose!"

And...

We were...

It was time to go and I was driving home.

And

I lost control of the car

and drove off the bridge.

And the car went into the lake.

And I couldn't get him out of his car seat.

And he drowned.

And I struggle with God so much

because I can't forgive myself.

And I don't really want to right now. I can

live with it, but I can't forgive myself.

And sometimes, I don't want to believe

in a god that could forgive me.

But I do want to be sober.

I'm alive and I'm present,

and there's nothing controlling me.

If I hurt someone, I hurt someone.

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