The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him Page #3

---

are you talking about?

You shouldn't be interested

in regretting things.

I'm not.

Hey, Stu, what's up?

I'm looking at her right now.

Wait, wait, wait,

I can't hear you, man.

I'm looking at her right now.

Stu, I can't understand

a word you're saying.

I'm looking at your wife.

She's ordering food.

Where are you?

The Smile.

Conor? Conor?

Hey, hey. Where is she?

She left.

What do you mean, she left?

shelefi.

Why didn't you follow her?

I'm not a creep.

I'm not gonna follow her.

Let's do this.

Most people

could probably provide

an intuitive answer

to this question.

At the bottom,

the sense of self corresponds

to that experience

of ownership and impenetrability

of one's thoughts,

of... one's internal dialogues,

of one's affective states...

that many, but not all,

- of us have from infancy.

- Hey.

Can I borrow a piece

of paper and a pen?

...solitude

is held as constituting...

Please.

...our sense

of personal uniqueness...

...of identification,

- Thanks.

- Of demarcation from others.

- And... the pen?

And it's

perhaps that very same...

I'll give it back.

...solitude that...

Descartes had in mind

when he redefined

the concepts

of subject and subjectivity.

You know, ultimately,

being oneself means

that the faculty of knowing...

the faculty of knowing lies

within the subject...

in his head, and...

the subject has such a status

by dint of being enclosed

within himself,

separate and...

Hi again.

Would you mind passing this

to the girl with the red hair?

Come on, please?

...we say,

"What's got into you?"

to express surprise...

Thanks a lot.

Don't forget your pen.

...disapproval of

unexpected and bizarre behavior.

And again...

doesn't common sense...

- Red hair. Thank you.

- ... tell us that strange behavior

is signaled by tapping

one's forehead

with one's forefinger.

Boy, I'm learning something.

So, "Why the Mind Is in the Head"

is the title

of one of the lectures

delivered at the 1951,

um, symposium.

But, um...

Hey.

...one of the most authoritative voices

in this chorus is Ken Bergens,

who asked the question:

Can we compellingly rein scribe

what it is to be...

...the individualist premise

and toward the relational...

Hey!

- Hey, Rigby.

- What the f*** are you doing?

What? Come on, I...

I barely got a chance to

respond before you went AWOL.

- What did I ask you, Conor?

- Just give me a second to talk.

- What the f*** did I ask you!

- Just give me a goddamn second!

I gave you plenty of seconds!

Do me a favor, leave me the f*** alone!

Fine.

Fine, you do what you got to do.

You just keep f***in' walking...

Conor?

Oh, sh*t!

- Conor?

- Is he all right?

Well, that was exciting.

Yeah, it was awesome.

So you're back in school?

I'm taking some classes.

I almost didn't recognize you.

What do you mean?

Just your hair.

Oh.

It's really pretty.

Where are you living?

None of your business.

So, is that what you so desperately

needed to talk to me about?

No.

What is it, then?

I was gonna say

something really good.

It would've solved all our problems

and made everything all better.

I just forgot what it was.

That's too bad.

I know.

I'm gonna go.

Well, hey...

I just want...

I just want some time

to talk it out, El.

Then you can disappear off to

wherever it is you disappear to.

You ready, sir?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was born ready.

All right. Nice and easy.

There you go.

Watch your step.

See you around.

- All right, watch your head coming up.

- You got him?

I got him.

Now, take it easy.

Strap in for me.

OK.

May I keep stalking you?

Good-bye, Conor.

Look, just tell me how long...

All right. Look, I'll

call you tomorrow, and we'll...

talk through the... logistics.

Yeah. No. No, that's it.

All right, thank you.

Sure.

Unreal.

- You have fun? Shall we...?

- Yeah.

- Say good night.

- Good night.

Well, it's been real, everybody.

- No, it hasn't.

- Hey. Goddamn it.

Slow night?

Couple of people came in

to use the bathroom.

- How we doing?

- Well, aside from being

an endangered species, not so good.

Can you translate that for me, please?

Friday night, it's the only night

we're making any money.

I... I have missed some bills,

and... we can't cover the overhead.

I see.

Yeah.

You got a plan B?

Burger King?

Seriously. Come on,

I want to show you something.

- This is the spreadsheet from...

- No, no, I can't.

Um...

Oh.

Oh. You got protection?

- Shh...

- Viagra?

- Please be quiet.

- You want me to hold your hand?

- Shut your mouth. Shut up.

- Want me to watch?

Dude, I'm being serious. Shut up.

- Don't...

- You got it. Anytime.

You're ruining it.

Can you just shut up?

- It's cool.

- I believe.

- In what?

- A higher power.

Can you hear it?

Not right now.

- Later.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- You guys have fun.

You know, I got a plan B.

9h, yeah?

You know what, you can...

you can get out of here.

I was thinking about getting

my real estate license.

- What?

- Mm-hmm.

Why would, uh...

Why would you do something like that?

Uh, 'cause it seems more

impressive than pouring drinks.

Does it? All right.

What happened to your life in the arts?

Oh, that'll probably phase in to a...

the Sunday afternoon hobby

kind of thing.

YOU?

Plus, I think it's kind of indecent

to have things so worked out

that they wind up exactly

like you thought they would.

Oh.

Are you gonna be OK?

Probably.

We live in a world full of probablys.

Well...

I'm a decent listener...

if you ever want to talk

about, you know...

whatever.

Talking about whatever's overrated.

I prefer just to, you know,

let things stew inside of me,

then have a violent out...

What'd you do that for?

It just seemed like the next

interesting thing to do.

I'm, I'm kind of married.

Yeah? I don't mind.

I kind of do.

Uh, there's nobody looking.

You know, in... in another life, I...

Mm. We shouldn't do this.

When's the last time that

you got laid properly?

Oh, f***, I can already

taste the regret.

Well, stop thinking,

because it's not healthy for you.

- Alexis?

- Yes?

Tomorrow's gonna be awkward.

Probably.

Hi.

What are you doing in here?

I was just checking on things.

Yeah?

I was about to feed him.

Oh, f***.

You're not supposed

to give up on me this easily.

Got him for Cody.

Yeah, I know that. Thanks.

What was a two-month-old baby supposed

to do with a f***in' fish anyway?

You look like sh*t.

Thanks.

So... what do you want

to do with him?

Is there something wrong with you?

Most likely. Why do you ask?

Just... all the reflective

talk the other night,

it was, uh, just a tad weird.

I suppose I hit the sauce

a little too hard.

You're not dying

or something, are you?

Not that I know of.

Although I did forget

my name the other day.

Yeah?

I was at Starbucks ordering a coffee,

and the guy behind the counter...

said, "What's your name, sir?"

and... I just got... stuck in a blank.

No idea who I was for a good minute,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes