Shadows in the Sun Page #3

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JEREMY:
No, no, no, no, no, no.

[Cars thudding]

Oh, my God. Weldon, no. Please, please, no.

Weldon!

[Exclaiming]

[Weldon laughing uproariously]

That was great, wasn't it?

You are completely out of your mind.

- You know that, right?

- Don't you feel it?

Feel what?

- Oh, my God.

- Life!

Will you sit down, you maniac!

[Chuckling]

Okay, I'm serious, stop now. Brake, brake.

[Both yelling]

We're having some people

up at the house tomorrow.

Why don't you come by?

Thought you didn't like me.

I don't, but I dislike you

less than I did yesterday.

[Woman singing melancholy Italian song]

Ciao, Isabella. Weldon?

[Speaking in Italian]

Hi.

Still mad?

Someone could have got killed yesterday.

In all fairness,

it wasn't entirely your father's fault.

Exactly.

He gets into enough trouble on his own.

He doesn't need help from anyone.

But, look, I'm sorry,

but Ian McBain was saying...

that he was all dried up

and living on past glories.

I couldn't just stand there

and let him say those things.

I love my father very much...

but tell me,

which part of that statement isn't true?

That's an awfully cruel thing to say

about your own father, don't you think?

Really?

- Well, yes. I mean, it's none of my business

- No. I know what you see.

You see the great Weldon Parish...

a man's man...

a man who lives life

on his own terms, and others be damned.

But you don't have to pick up the pieces.

You don't have to watch a man

who was once strong and gentle...

slowly destroying himself.

How long has it been like that?

Since the day he stopped writing.

Are you saying

you think he still wants to write?

Of course he wants to write.

- Then why doesn't he?

- Because he's afraid.

He's afraid that what was once...

great about him is gone.

He's afraid that Ian McBain is right.

Jeremy, these are

my two other daughters, Dinnie...

- Hello.

...and Maura.

Pleasure to meet you both.

WELDON:
Jeremy Taylor.

Buon appetito.

- Appetito.

- Appetito.

I didn't see you at mass

this morning, Mr. Taylor.

Oh, are you Catholic?

- No, I'm not.

- Careful, he'll try to convert you.

I know. He's already tried, actually.

What does it matter what religion we are?

In the end we all die.

There's no stopping the fact that one day...

we all will be rotten corpses...

in a dark, damp grave.

[Toasting in Italian]

Cheers.

DINNIE:
So what is it you do, Mr. Taylor?

Why don't you all stop picking at him

and let him eat?

He's a book editor.

Yes, he's a book editor.

I'm sitting next to a book editor.

Please, try to make him write, my son.

God gave him a tremendous talent.

[Chuckling]

FATHER MORETTl:
It's true.

No, I'm a priest. I'm a priest. I can't tell you.

- You can tell me, but nobody else.

- It's a secret.

[Doors opening]

- Buon giorno.

- Buon giorno.

How much do I owe you?

[Speaking Italian]

[Speaking Italian]

Jeremy, this is Amalia.

JEREMY:
Pleasure to meet you.

AMALIA:
How do you do?

IAN:
Weldon...

that's the bill for my car repairs.

I noticed one of my cows

was missing this morning.

You wouldn't know anything about it?

I've got her for safekeeping, till this is settled.

- You stole my cow.

- Call it collateral.

Excuse me.

- Hello, Amalia.

- Hello, Ian.

You're looking very beautiful today.

Could I speak to you in private for a moment?

- I'm busy.

- Oh.

Well, I just came by to ask if you'd,

if you'd like to go to the town party with me.

I can't. I'm going with Weldon.

It's news to me.

One of these days,

you're gonna push me too far, Weldon.

Yeah? Well, let's hope

you're standing by a cliff when I do.

[Chuckling]

[Sighs]

[Clinking on glass]

[Whispering] What?

[Whispering] Get dressed.

- What?

- Get dressed!

[Mimicking] Get dressed. Get dressed.

Seriously, what are we doing?

Why, taking an evening stroll.

WELDON:
There you are, sweetie.

I've come to take you home from the bad man.

Weldon...

[Mooing]

I am not stealing a cow.

This is my cow.

I can't steal something I already own.

- Then what do you need me here for?

- She can be a little temperamental.

I'm gonna need you to get behind her,

give her a push.

No. No way.

Come on.

[Mooing]

Come on.

[Mooing]

[Weldon greeting in Italian]

[Mooing]

- What's this?

- What does it look like?

- No, I mean, what's it for?

- For you. Get rid of that computer.

Why? The computer makes it easier.

Writing's not supposed to be easy.

It's supposed to be hard.

Typewriters make you think

about the words you choose more carefully...

because you can't erase them

with the push of a button.

[Tango music playing on jukebox]

[Exclaiming]

- Do you know how?

- I don't dance.

I'll teach you.

No, no, no, no, no. Look, look, you don't

wanna write, I don't wanna dance, okay?

So if I would write, you would dance?

Maybe.

I don't wanna dance with you that bad.

Everybody has their price, Weldon.

I mean, there has to be something you want.

What's your price?

What would you do

to get me to write a book for you?

Well, for starters,

I could offer you a large advance.

I don't need money.

Okay, but there has to be

something that you want.

I want you to kiss my ass.

- No, seriously.

- I'm serious.

I'm going to drop my drawers...

and if you'll kiss my ass

in front of everybody...

I'll sign a contract.

Hey.

- Okay.

- Oh, my God. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

No, not okay. Not okay at all.

[People chattering]

Don't say I didn't give you a chance.

- I wouldn't call that much of a chance.

- All you had to do was use your imagination.

Pretend I was a beautiful woman.

One-tenth of a second.

It would all have been over,

and you would've had what you wanted.

Okay, fine, I'll do it.

[Laughing] Too late.

- What?

- Too late.

Life is about seizing the moment...

and you just let this one slip by.

- You knew I wouldn't do it, didn't ya?

- Of course.

You're far too concerned with what

a roomful of strangers might think of you...

to do anything foolish or spontaneous.

- Well, that's called restraint.

- Boring.

Perhaps, but it's better than being a lunatic.

Everybody needs a little lunacy.

It's what frees us from the pain of this world.

There's a wild man inside you, Jeremy.

I can see him in your eyes.

Why don't you let him out?

You might like him.

If he's anything like you,

I think I'll keep him locked up, thanks.

[Whooping]

Look, would you mind terribly

putting on your pants?

I'm not really comfortable

standing next to a naked man.

[Laughing]

I'll just...

I used to come here with my wife.

Back then, I never had time for the little things.

I was always so afraid I...

wouldn't get a thought down

or I'd forget a line of dialogue.

Then one night,

the police came to tell me that her car had...

After that, nothing mattered.

Now I wish I could go back...

just for one day.

Time is a precious thing, Jeremy.

And the years teach much

which the days never knew.

[All chattering]

[Thumping]

[Lt's Now Or Never playing]

It's now or never

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