She's the One Page #7

When you go down it'll hurt, baby.

I'll kick your ass. Ready?

You ready to be humiliated?

You're an ugly b*tch. I pity you.

Great punch, Mick.

You always had a great right.

Come on, Dorothy. It's all over.

- How's it going?

- Not bad.

What happened to you?

I told Mickey about us.

One punch?

It was a cheap shot.

This wasn't about Heather.

It was between me and Fran.

He's trying to turn our lives

into a competition.

It's his way of saying,

"I won. "

I don't buy it. Something else

was going on and you know it.

I don't know what to tell you, okay?

That's what it was about.

I'm going to take a shower.

- Does it hurt?

- No, no. It's fine.

I've got something for you.

What's this?

Will you marry me?

You have to get divorced first, Fran.

Sure, but...

...this will be like a pre-divorce,

pre- engagement engagement ring.

Open it.

You didn't have to do this.

Come here, you poor thing.

So?

Why are you doing this?

Because I love you.

Can I have some time

to think about it?

Yeah.

I'm not going anywhere.

I side with Hope on this.

You shouldn't be pissed at Franny.

You kidding me, Dad?

Don't think I can't still

knock you on your ass.

Sorry. You knew what Fran was up to.

He's always pulled crap like this.

You're no different.

Or you wouldn't have

put on those gloves.

If you don't believe me,

I'll refresh your memory.

Little League. You're 12, he's 11.

He's pitching, you're at bat.

He's got a full count on his

big brother, his idol.

He strikes you out, he's the hero.

What does he do?

He throws you a meatball

down the middle.

If you let him strike you out,

you make him the hero.

But you swing away.

So, how are we doing?

You tell me.

I want to apologize

for the other night.

I think this whole thing is crazy

and stupid, but it's like...

...you know, I'm a little confused.

- How's your friend Heather?

I wouldn't know.

Mick, I've been doing

some thinking and...

Who were we kidding? We only

knew one another for a few hours.

No way that would work, right?

I don't know if I'd say that.

It's just...

...that whole Paris thing

kind of threw me.

You're using that as an excuse.

We both know what's going on.

I'm leaving for Paris on Monday

and I think it's best if I go alone.

You're sure about that?

No, but I made up my mind.

- What did he say?

- Not much.

Did he fight for you?

No, not really.

Are you going alone to Paris?

- Hey, Fran.

- Say, Mick.

What are you doing here?

I can't come by

to see my little brother?

So? What happened?

Out of thousands of women,

you just fell in love with Heather?

That's not how it happened.

We both work on...

We run in similar circles.

Jesus. Give me a break.

Am I a moron? I'm your brother.

What were you thinking?

- You had to go after her?

- It wasn't like that.

You still love her?

Is that why this bothers you?

No, it has nothing to do with that.

We're not competing anymore.

Look at your life, you won already.

You got the big apartment,

nicer clothes.

You're Mr. Big Dick.

What more do you want?

Maybe he just wants to be happy.

To be happy, really? That's great.

Who am I to get in the way of this...

What was it? Happiness?

Franny obviously hasn't told you yet.

Told me what?

Your brother's asked me to marry him.

Great. That's terrific, hey.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- You out of your f***ing mind?

- Don't start, Mick.

- I love her.

- No, you don't.

You don't, because she's unlovable.

- So, you didn't love her?

- A long time ago.

- I thought I could change her.

- I don't want to change her.

You don't know her, Fran.

Oh, I don't know her. Okay.

Fran, listen to me.

I didn't want to say this

but you should know some things.

Drop it. Right here. Nothing

you can say will change how I feel.

Don't be so sure about that.

When she was in college...

...paid her way through school by...

She was a call girl.

- What do you mean?

- You call a service, they send her...

What are you saying?

Like a hooker?

No.

Not "like" a hooker.

She was a hooker.

You are so sick.

You would stoop to this level.

- You think I'd make this up?

- Get out of here!

You're saying this because you

don't want us together.

I'm your brother. I don't want you

to find out after you're married.

I'm sorry, man, but it's true.

She's a hooker?

I knew she was seeing some other guy,

but what the f***?

I can't marry a hooker.

It's not that big a deal.

She's not a hooker now...

Not that big a deal?

Mickey, you're my brother.

How could you keep this from me?

I gotta get some air.

Tell her...

Tell her I...

I don't care what you tell her.

Where's Franny?

He's not feeling so good.

He went out to get some air.

You told him?

He's my brother.

- You said you had no problem with it.

- I still don't.

But if he's gonna marry you,

I think he's got a right to know.

I guess we'll see what

he's really made of, huh?

What are you saying?

She said she was going there.

I just came from church.

She isn't there.

I haven't seen her at Mass for months.

Better start mixing more water

with that wine.

She goes to Mass every morning.

She prays for the boys.

Not in my church, she doesn't.

He's lucky I didn't kill him!

What's with Dad? He's half

in the bag. Acting crazy.

What happened today?

Mom left him this morning.

She'd go to Deluca's

hardware store every day...

...and...

...I can't even stomach it...

...screw around with Mr. Deluca.

- Mom and Deluca?

- A**hole!

- That's disgusting.

- Dad found them in a back room.

You should've seen... It was ugly.

Dad gave the guy a horrible beating.

Christ. What about Mom?

Where'd she go?

She went up to church to pray for Dad.

Pray for me, my ass!

She's the one who'll need prayers now!

- Do I look as good as I think I do?

- Very handsome, Mr. Fitzpatrick.

How's the hair, babe?

Still there, sir.

It's gonna be a good day.

A good day indeed, my man.

First day of the rest of my life.

Making some changes, babe.

- Heather, what's going on here?

- I'm leaving.

Forget that. You can't leave.

I'm in love with you.

I still want to marry you.

I'm sorry, Francis.

Here's your ring.

- I can't marry you.

- Why not?

Because Papa and I were married

this morning.

One day you say you'll marry me,

the next you marry the old man?

- He loves me.

- Of course he loves you.

You're beautiful,

he's got one foot in the grave.

- Because he makes more money than me?

- No.

- Does this have to do with the sex?

- Certainly didn't help matters much.

- He didn't care about my past.

- Oh, he doesn't care about your past.

Maybe that's because he doesn't

know you were a hooker.

He was my best customer.

Thanks for the memories.

You've ruined my life!

Hello?

Renee?

Hello, Francis,

what can I do for you?

This is very hard for me to say,

but I feel...

I know I made a mistake.

I've been selfish and thoughtless...

...and self-concerned,

but I'm gonna change.

I want a chance to do the right thing.

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