She's the One Page #8

I want you to come home.

I miss you. I'll pay more attention.

I want to make it work again.

Will you come home?

Come on, Francis.

What do you want from me, huh?

I don't think so. A day late

and a dollar short, you know?

I don't think I could survive

another one of your down cycles.

- Hey, Connie, what's doing?

- What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Hope.

- Is she around?

- No, she's not.

You know where she might be?

I want to talk to her before she goes.

Mick, you f***ed up, all right?

You're a jerk. You broke her heart...

...just like I told her you would.

Why don't you just get out?

All right. Do me a favor,

though, okay?

Tell her that I came by and that

I want to see her before she goes.

And tell her that I miss her.

Mick was just here.

What did he want?

I still say he's a prick, okay?

But he did sound upset

and he said that he missed you.

And he said he wants to

see you before you go.

So maybe you should go by

and see him or something.

Tortilla Flats.

Hold on a second.

It's Mick's dad.

I blew it.

I had the greatest woman in the world

and I blew it.

You don't know from blowing it, pal.

I had the perfect wife.

I screwed it up.

No, you didn't, man.

I had the perfect wife.

But you did screw it up for me.

So, thanks, I owe you one.

You know what, Mick?

If you really think about it...

...all this is entirely your fault.

Oh, really?

How do you figure that?

Well, if you never met

and got involved with Heather...

...where would we be now?

Interesting theory. I hope you didn't

hurt yourself coming up with it.

I still can't believe

that you wanted to marry her.

You're a confused and demented soul.

It's very upsetting to me,

as your brother.

Me, confused? Listen, pal...

...I'm not the fool letting his bride

honeymoon in Paris without him.

You think I don't want to go?

She said she didn't want me there,

so what am I supposed to do?

You want to get married without

a best man? Pay the price, pal.

By the way...

Remember, it's six hours ahead

over there.

Sorry.

Let's give this to the bartender.

It's gonna get nippy out there, boys.

This might be our last fishing trip

of the season.

Franny, sit down a minute.

I want to talk to you.

You know...

...since we're crying in our beers...

...while our women

are living their lives...

...I gotta think that maybe...

...I should apologize for

all my rotten advice.

Don't be so hard on yourself,

you don't need to apologize.

Yeah, I do. I did it to both of you.

You're a f***ing mess,

and I'm partly responsible.

I don't know what to say.

First time I'm at a loss for words.

What'll happen between you and Mom?

I don't know.

We had a down cycle.

We just couldn't get out of it.

I told you. It happens.

Enough of this horseshit.

We going fishing?

It won't be so bad.

As long as we got each other...

...we'll do fine.

Deirdre, you coming?

I don't think I can make it today.

Why the hell not?

Hope's going to Paris tomorrow

and I'm going with her.

Well, if you can't go fishing,

help us load up the gear.

What are you doing here?

I don't know.

Your dad invited me fishing.

And what about Paris?

What about Paris?

You still want to go alone?

Come on. I didn't come to Brooklyn

to go fishing with your father.

See? He's always ignored my advice...

...now he's finally wised up.

Mickey, get your ass in the boat.

Don't you think I should drive?

Maybe we should take this

one step at a time, honey.

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