Ruby Sparks Page #6

Ruby.

Sweetie, you have to calm down.

I'm gonna get you some water, okay?

No.

No.

I'll be right back.

Hi, dummy.

Hi.

Aah, he's chasing me.

Ha-ha-ha. No.

Miles. Yay, Miles.

Thanks.

- He's a water baby.

Can I ask something?

- I'm coming to get you.

Shoot.

What if I told you I was writing again?

- Oh, no, he kicked me.

Hey, that's fantastic.

What's it about?

Um...

Writing again.

All right! Meow! Meow! Meow!

Oh. Hi.

How's it going?

Good.

Her tits?

No.

She wasn't happy.

So I made her happy...

- I'm a queen!

...and now she's like this

all the time.

What are you asking me?

If it's moral? I don't know.

It's obviously working.

Think of it like Prozac.

But how do I know it's real?

It's not, okay? She's not.

She i... She was.

Oh, no.

I want to be what's making her happy...

- I love you, baby.

...without making her happy.

So write "Ruby went back to normal."

No big deal.

I'm a puppy dog swimming in the water.

I think she was gonna

leave me before.

Help. Help. Oh. Ha-ha-ha.

Susie left once.

When? Why didn't you

tell me?

You had a lot going on.

And she came back.

But I still think about it.

I could lose her any moment.

Step on a crack,

break your mother's back.

I'm thinking about

going away for a few months.

By myself.

Where do you wanna go?

I don't know.

Um, somewhere far.

You could send me postcards.

I love getting mail.

Or I might hole up here in the house,

not even go outside.

Cool.

We could build a pillow fort.

This is your proving ground.

Start with you, Michelle.

- Yes.

- You have a superior walk.

I can see you doing runway, but...

- Thank you.

What are you doing?

We have Langdon's party.

Who?

Langdon Tharp.

The writer. His book party's tonight.

Hey, I was watching that.

Yeah, for days.

It's a marathon.

You were always asking me

to make plans for us. I did.

Don't quote me to myself.

I am allowed to change my mind.

I don't want to fight about this.

Fine, great! Let's ignore it, then.

Now look at Sheila.

Sheila has such a unique look.

And I think that's wonderful.

We've all noticed it.

We love your energy.

Sally made a really interesting

choice using that big tease...

...but it was too much.

She's not afraid to be bold.

I'm sorry.

Everything's been so

up and down lately, you know?

It's like my internal compass

is just gone.

Maybe I should talk to someone.

You used to see someone, didn't you?

Uh, Dr. Rosenthal.

Maybe you should go back.

I thought we were

talking about you.

Yeah, yeah, we are.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I just need to get out.

See people. Be social.

This party's gonna be fun.

Langdon. Hey, Langdon, hey.

Welcome to my cult.

Cal, you have to talk to Adam and Mandi.

Who?

Adam and Mandi. The producers

who wanna take over your option.

Please, check your messages.

Cyrus, this is Ruby.

Hi.

Ruby.

Cyrus. Nice.

This is Saskia.

Hi.

Okay. Come.

Hi.

Stay there, I'll be right back.

You wanna write

the screenplay yourself?

Oh, of course. Yes, absolutely.

Who else would?

I don't know. I've never written one.

My God, you're such a genius,

you'd pick it up like that.

I've been telling him that.

He doesn't like that word.

Who'd you wanna play Charlie?

- I mean, that's the question, right?

- Yeah.

You should come

and talk to me about it sometime.

Now, Adam and Mandi come in

with experience from documentary films.

Yeah.

Everything they touch is authentic.

They make it real.

Grounded in reality and...

We treat narrative the exact same way...

You saw the baby documentary they did.

Yes.

Okay. Genius.

- Made me wanna have a kid.

You have no idea how many people

told us the same thing.

Well, it's true.

Can you hold this just for a second?

No, sorry, I'll be right back.

Yeah, absolutely.

Great to talk to you.

Okay.

Talk to you in a bit.

Okay.

See you later.

Okay.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Cal.

Lila.

I thought you were in New York.

Uh, no, Landgon's helping me

publish my novel.

You finished your novel.

I know, it's a big surprise, the, uh...

The dilettante finished something, right?

I never said that.

What about you? Are you writing?

Sure.

Good. Great.

I hear you're seeing someone?

Yeah. She's here.

Excuse me.

Is she a writer?

No.

No, a painter.

That's great.

It's very, um, unthreatening.

You think I was threatened by you?

No, Cal, why would you be?

You're a genius.

You like my pool?

Do I know you?

I don't think so.

What are you doing at my party?

You tell me.

You come with someone?

Calvin Weir-Fields.

Ah, the boy wonder.

So are you one of those girls

who only dates famous writers?

Why? Are you a famous writer?

Do you happen to have a name?

Ruby.

Ruby.

And what do you do, Ruby?

Nothing.

How refreshing.

What do you do in your spare time?

Not much.

You know, I was thinking,

I was just thinking...

...tonight would be perfect

for a swim.

I don't have a suit.

Is that a problem?

Never mind. I don't know why

I thought maybe you'd be happy for me.

How was I anything but supportive?

I read every draft.

I took you into my group.

I introduced you to Langdon.

Begrudgingly.

What? I literally can't hear you.

Begrudgingly.

You weren't curious about me.

You never were.

You just had this image

of who I was.

And anything that I did that

contradicted it, you just ignored.

What image? Where you left me

as soon as I wasn't successful?

You think I gave a sh*t

if you were famous?

All that I wanted was for you,

I don't know, to care about me.

Care about you?

You left weeks after my father died.

Do you wanna talk about caring?

Oh, God.

Do you know what people say?

You were impenetrable.

"How could you love that person?"

I tried to help.

You refused to let me in.

And I say, "I have no f***ing clue!"

The only person that you wanted to be

in a relationship with was you.

So I let you do that.

Wow.

You really let yourself off the hook,

don't you?

Goodbye, Cal.

Goodbye.

Have a great life.

Come on.

It's nice and warm. Swim to me.

You can keep your underwear on

if you like.

Come on in.

No peeking.

All right, I promise, I won't peek.

All right.

Mm.

Oh, boy.

Writing is sensual. It's, uh...

You should see me when I write.

I'm like an Olympian.

- Oh, really?

- I wield my pen...

Your pen?

...like a lightsaber.

What's going on here?

Calvin.

We, uh... We thought we'd take a dip.

Care to join us?

What was that?

What was what?

You know what.

Grow up.

Scotty.

Hey.

Hey! You're hurting me.

Explain what you were doing.

You left me alone at a party

where I didn't know anyone.

I found someone to talk to.

In your underwear.

Would you have been mad

if I had been in my bikini?

You weren't wearing your bikini.

Do you know what it looked like?

My agent was there.

My ex was there.

Lila was there?

Why didn't you tell me?

I was too busy getting you

to put your clothes back on.

You're supposed to be my girlfriend.

I am your girlfriend.

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