The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him

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Would you still love me if

I couldn't pay for dinner?

Possibly.

Yeah.

What do we do?

I'm thinking.

We, we could

have a big row.

And... and throw some sh*t.

They might kick us out.

Uh, been done, and it would

draw too much attention.

Wh... What are you doing?

I'm taking my shoes off.

Mm.

I'm going to leave first,

and then when the time is right,

like when the maTtre d's not,

um, looking...

you meet me down the street.

Uh, excuse me, sir?

Hey, run! Run, run, run!

F***er!

" Baby!

Are you OK?

Oh, I'm dying.

That was so epic!

Well, did we lose him?

I don't know.

Really, did they even chase us?

- Hey.

' What?

Hey, hey, hey, look, look, look.

Look at them.

This is pretty good, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Hi-

What?

There's only one heart in this body.

Have mercy on me.

Shut up.

What the f*** are we listening to?

The soundtrack of my life.

That's nice.

Can we change it

before I dive off a bridge?

Oh, there's something

you would rather listen to?

I don't care, just something that

doesn't make me want to kill myself?

- It's just a song, Conor.

- Come on, change it.

- Coffee?

- Eh, I'm good with that.

- Thank you.

- Gmm.

You know, you're developing

a real talent for being an a**hole.

Well, when you grow up, you can too.

What are you all pissy about?

There is the compassion

I've been looking for.

That's what I'm here for.

Seriously, Alexis?

What?

- It's not funny. It's not funny.

- It's kind of funny.

Change it?

No.

Change it.

Whoa!

That was yours, just so you know.

Oh, pull your head out of your ass, man.

Blow me.

I'm gonna go take a stroll.

All right. Hey, be careful.

It's a dangerous world out there.

Apparently.

Love you.

Hey, Ralph.

What time is it?

6:
30.

Mm.

You get outside today?

You eat something, or...?

Mm-mm.

You OK?

I swear, I forgot

how to fall asleep last night.

Don't, Conor.

I had a dream you were

having an affair.

How'd you find out?

It's the fourth one

I've had this month.

Who am I having the affair with?

Some vague girl with dark hair.

- Maybe it's you in a wig.

- It's not.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't worry

about it, all right?

You want to order some food or something

before I have to go back?

Maybe you should.

Yeah, I, I'm gonna.

You should have an affair.

I... don't know what

you're talking about.

What are you talking about?

Things haven't been

very chipper around here.

Come on.

Come on, we're getting by.

How long are you gonna

keep pretending?

Seriously, I don't know

how we got from food to this, but...

OK, just listen to me for one second.

I don't... no, I don't want

to listen to you for a second.

It might be a good thing.

It would clear the air.

It would definitely

shake things up between us.

I don't know what planet you're on,

but on this planet,

f***ing around is f***ing around,

and it's not usually the best way

to smooth things over.

Fine.

Are you gonna get that?

- You get it if you want.

- I don't want to get it.

Well, it's probably your dad again.

Is that what you want?

What?

To go f*** around...

is that what you want?

I don't know what I want.

Seriously?

Is it what you want?

No.

Are we really doing this badly?

Conor, it's been

an impossible f***ing year,

so please don't ask

a stupid question like that.

- HGY-

- HGY-

So, uh...

what's the paper saying today?

Oh, apparently, we're all

gonna die of something.

9h, yeah?

Yeah, I heard about that.

I can't keep up with all this sh*t.

You know, the ice caps keep melting,

something else exploded in Afghanistan,

Democrats are bunch of pussies,

flu pandemics,

de Kooning's at the MoMA,

supposedly lime green

is the hot color for summer,

and the stupid Yankees lost again.

I feel like my head's gonna burst.

Well, you should try reading

without the music on, or the TV.

Or both.

Can't stand the silence.

I got you a latte.

Thank you.

I think my memory

may be evaporating.

Yeah. They were all out of bran muffins,

so I got you blueberry.

I hate blueberries.

You're in good spirits.

I'm all I can offer.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Well, you called, like, ten times, so...

I don't know, you said you

wanted to talk about something.

See? Told you. It's evaporating.

Time's rubbing me out.

Where's Fernanda?

Who?

The obnoxious Spanish woman you married.

She wanted a change of scenery.

Wow.

I don't like to get emotional

about these things.

It helps me stay objective.

I do better on my own, anyway.

OK.

Why am I here, then?

Oh. Yeah.

I need... I need a manager

to run the place.

No! No!

Aw, come on, now,

let, let me finish.

- I like my place. We do just fine.

- You're better than that.

I don't really want to have

this conversation right now.

I didn't furnish you with

a six-figure education

just so you could run some pop stand.

This is a real restaurant, Conor.

I don't want your help.

Just trying to give you a hand up,

you Wozzeck.

W... Well...

since you put it that way...

F*** off.

Hey, El. I got Chinese food.

Eleanor?

Hello?

Excuse me? I'm looking for my wife.

Her name is Eleanor Ludlow.

Room 2012, second floor.

Elevator's around the corner.

- This way?

- Uh-huh.

- The stairs are faster.

- Thank you.

What the hell were you doing, El?

I can't stand this silence anymore,

so...

...if you would just say something?

Anything?

I can't do this anymore.

Can't do what?

I'm not going back

to that apartment ever.

OK.

Some days everything seems fine,

but then I hit the afternoon,

and it all goes to sh*t.

I know.

I mean, I don't know, but...

We can get out of here.

We can go wherever you want.

I think we should take a break.

What?

No.

I'm so sorry, but no f***in' way.

- Conor. Conor.

- No f***in' way.

Please, El? Please?

Do not pick up and bail on me?

You're the star

of my life story.

Please be cool about this.

Be cool?

How do you expect me to react?

"Gee, El, that sounds dandy. "

"Yeah, yeah, let's call it quits.

That, that sounds... reasonable,

in terms of the last seven years

of my life. "

I need to start from scratch.

Alone. Just try some

other version of myself.

There's no "scratch," Eleanor.

Maybe, but that's what I want.

What if what you want is wrong?

Where have you been, Conor,

for the last six months?

Why does it feel like I've had

to go through all this on my own?

I don't know.

I don't know,

'cause I've been here with you.

Please, just let me go.

You don't understand.

Just"

Just let me

disappear for a while.

Baby...

just tell me what to do.

You'll figure it out.

Hello?

Hey. I'm looking

for Conor and Eleanor Ludlow.

Yeah. Conor.

You think if I fall to my knees,

everything will be all right?

Well, no.

I mean, losing a child's

not an easy thing to explain.

What the f*** do I have to explain?

Nothing. You...

Nothing. You don't have

to explain anything.

I... I just, I wanted you

to have this.

Do you know how many of you

a**holes we've had to deal with

in the last couple of months?

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