Short Cuts Page #14

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- [Gene] Who is this?

- Give me that phone! Who is it?

Give it to me! Give it to me!

- Have a nice weekend!

- Get out of here!

Hello! Hello!

Hello? Betty Weathers.

[Siren Wailing]

- Take it easy with him.

- What is it?

They're gonna operate again.

He's gonna be all right. Thank you.

- Now, don't bump him!

- Keep that hallway clear.

[Ann] You're not gonna believe this,

but your father's out there.

My father? You mean Paul?

Yes.

He was always such a good kid.

- Who's Olla?

- Olla? That's my aunt.

That's who your father talked to.

[Howard]

What happened to the Willis boy?

[Ann]

He's in surgery.

So, when did you last-

- [Stammering]

- So, when did you talk to him last?

He lives in Riverside.

That's not that far away.

I don't know. This is as much of a surprise

to me as it is to anybody.

I mean, I haven't seen him in years.

I haven't... talked to him since the divorce.

[Ann]

I wonder why he picked now.

[Chuckling]

- Hi, Dad.

- Hey, son. Ah!

Oh, you are lookin' good.

[Chuckling]

Hey, oh, I'm sorry to hear

about what happened to, um, uh -

- Casey.

- Yeah, the kid. Oh, I'm sure he's gonna be fine.

- We're praying.

- Yeah.

- You, uh -You -You've met Ann?

- Oh, sure. Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I seen you a couple of times

on television there. You're a real authority.

- Huh? Huh? [Chuckles]

- Yeah.

So, uh - uh -

It's a bit of a surprise seeing -

- Yeah.

- H-How'd you find us?

Olla. Yeah.

[Howard]

So, uh, how you been?

[Stammers] Pretty good.

[Chuckles]

You know. It's-

Well, l-I'm gonna go back with Casey.

It was nice to meet you.

- Yeah, wasn't it?

- [Ann] I'll see you back there, honey.

[Sherri] Well, at least

he came home last night.

That's more than

I can say for the dog.

Why don't you say something to him?

Tell him what you think.

Oh, he'd just deny it.

If I start to get specific

about things...

he starts screaming about

what kind ofjob he has.

He's a pathological liar.

To tell you the truth,

I'm more worried about the dog.

- Mm-hmm. I know what you mean.

- Hi, Sherri. How are the kids?

[Marian] They lost their dog.

Suzy ran away.

That's a shame.

She'll probably be back.

I wouldn't worry about it.

[Marian]

It's a he. Suzy's a boy.

Yeah, yeah.

That's -That's what I meant.

What are you doing home?

You're not supposed to be home now.

Oh, w-we have -we have

that thing with the, uh -

You know, the, uh,

the husband and wife?

- [Marian] Kanes.

- Who are the Kanes?

[Marian] They're these people

that we met at the concert.

They have tickets next to us.

It's not tonight. It's tomorrow night.

Remember? He's going fishing.

We're gonna eat his fish.

Tomorrow? Oh, sh*t!

Excuse me, Sherri. Um -

I told Sherri I'd go home, have dinner

with her and the kids. They're really upset.

Ralph, you're welcome to come.

But Gene's not gonna be there.

I don't think you want to come, honey.

You don't want to come, do you?

You don't want to come, do you?

No. No, l-l-I can't.

I've got, uh, work.

Some lemons.

I will for a little bit.

Maybe he'll wake up if I'm not here.

Yeah. Well, when you get home,

just s-sit and rest...

or get something to eat,

or just have a bath.

And let's try to, uh,

just, uh, forget about it, okay?

- Everything's gonna be all right.

- Oh, yeah.

Uh, excuse me. I think-

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were asleep.

I think your son is in the room

next to my grandson, you know?

At least, I assume it's your son.

I'm not from around here.

I'm just here because

the kid got hit by a car.

Uh, are you the father

of that newsman on Channel ?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah. Well, I'm Knute. This is my wife, Dora.

- Oh, hi. Paul Finnigan.

Oh, that's your wife? You two -

- I'm sorry to hear about your grandson.

- Yeah, he got a cracked skull...

- and a concussion.

- Oh, no.

No, he's gonna be all right.

But they said he's in shock right now.

- I - I -

- Well, our son, Brian -

- Well, he's been operated on twice.

- Twice.

- No kidding.

- Somebody shot him on the freeway.

- What?

- Yes.

- Just driving along, minding his own business.

- Driving along, minding his own business.

- And somebody shot him.

- Oh, my God. What's the world coming to?

I don't know.

Nobody knows who did it.

Jesus. Well, ours was like

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