The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him Page #5

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You know, before you,

I had no idea who I was.

Then when we were together,

I thought I had it all figured out.

Now I'm just back to wondering again.

Well, when you figure it out,

tell me how, OK?

OK.

Let's get out of here.

- What?

- Let's go.

- Right now?

- Yeah. That's the idea.

Uh...

I don't believe in wasting time.

OK.

Yeah, uh...

Don't forget to fill it up

before you drop it off.

You got it.

...thunderstorms

moving in this evening.

Heavy rain expected

across the tristate...

That...

- What are you doing?

- Do you... want to listen to that?

Yeah. Suck it up, Ludlow.

Is it gonna rain?

F*** me!

Of course we get the car

with the retarded wipers.

We could just wait it out.

What are we doing here?

You tell me.

You're the one who said

that we needed to talk.

You stalked me,

you went to my parents' house.

What are we doing here?

Just recently, like an hour ago,

you walked into my bar

and you suggested we drive aimlessly

into the perfect f***ing storm here.

This is funny.

Yeah.

Yeah,

it's f***in' hilarious.

You know, for a while there,

I thought we'd actually pieced together

a pretty decent life.

I have to move everything out

of the apartment next week.

Do you want me to keep anything for you?

Where will you move to?

I don't know.

I could stay with my dad for a little

while, till I get things figured out.

How is he?

Oh...

I'm pretty certain he's losing his mind.

Fernanda left him.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

He's getting all talkative.

Waxing philosophical.

Same sh*t he pulls every time

he's between significant others.

I think it's probably more than that.

Yeah, maybe.

At least you guys are talking.

Yeah.

What'd you tell your parents about us?

What would I say?

That we're fabulous.

I feel like we're living

some dreadful disaster clich?.

We are.

You're sopping wet!

Oh, you noticed? Thank you.

Wait...

- No, no, no, no.

- No, wait, wait.

- Shh, shh, shh.

- Just a second, wait.

Uh, sh*t.

I slept with someone else.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter.

What do you mean, it doesn't matter?

Get off me.

- Don't... El, come on.

- Get off.

What do you mean, it doesn't matter?

Get over yourself, Conor.

- You don't care?

- No.

That's bullshit. I know you care.

El, you're supposed to say, "What the

f*** are you thinking, Conor?"

You're supposed to say,

"You're a selfish piece of sh*t. "

No.

We're past that.

And you just said it for me.

Come on, let's go back to the city.

I'm gonna get out of here.

Hey, Phoebe.

- Hey, how are you?

- Hey, how are you?

Good. Your hair got long.

- Not really.

- Yeah.

He's in his spot.

You could make this place your own,

if you want.

Do what you like with it.

Seriously, I...

I'm done.

Used to be pretty cool,

once upon a time.

Some of the same faces still show up,

except more wrinkled.

Some of them less so.

The Stones were in last week,

after playing the Garden, but...

mostly people are just fading away.

I've been doing this way too long.

I think you done pretty good.

Yeah, well, complacency

scares the sh*t out of me.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Then how's this?

I, uh, forfeited the loan

the bank gave me,

I'm losing the lease on my bar...

Eleanor's gone...

with the f***ing wind.

I'm 33 years old,

and my life's a f***ing boat wreck.

I'm in my 60s.

I lost a grandson this year that I'm

basically forbidden to talk about,

my third wife just walked out on me,

and I come here every afternoon

to this restaurant

named after your mother.

It's time to shoot the crow.

Where are you gonna go?

You gonna fly off

to Never-Never Land?

Become a Buddhist?

Tell you what, you can return

and enlighten us all.

Oh, f*** enlightenment.

I'm hoping to figure out some

way of dealing with reality.

What are you doing here, anyway?

I was... I was just

in the neighborhood.

"Just in the neighborhood. "

What is it?

Do you ever wonder why we fall in love

with a specific person?

Not really.

I think to myself,

"Something's wrong here,

but I can't quite put my finger

on what it is. "

There's always one that haunts us.

So give her time.

It's the right thing to do,

given the circumstances.

Circumstances suck.

Yeah.

I really forbid you

from talking about him?

Uh-huh.

What the f*** are you gonna say to me?

Ever since he...

Ever since what happened happened,

any thought or,

or memory of him

has been something

just to run my mind

as far as f*** away from

as I can get, and...

A shooting star only lasts a second,

but... aren't you glad

to at least have seen it?

That's nice.

It's a little Hallmark,

but it's nice.

I mean it, it's nice.

You have a delicate soul, Dad.

Oh, nobody ever said that to me before.

You know, we're in imminent

danger of sappiness.

Oh, we can't have that, can we?

Mm-mm.

- You hungry?

- Yeah.

I'll fix you something up.

OK.

Hey, you got my drinks?

Yeah. Does anyone else work here?

- Not right now.

- Guess what?

- What?

- No more beer.

Ah, shocker. All right.

Hey, this is the last

of the beer, so drink it slowly.

However, there's plenty more liquor.

Enjoy.

Table four, right?

Yeah. Thank you.

Hey, guys.

Get you a beverage?

- Uh... uh...

- Baby?

Uh... just a beer, please?

Uh, actually, we're

all out of beer right now.

Oh, um, then just a glass

of red wine would be good.

You got it. And for you, sir?

- Same.

- OK.

Something wrong?

Uh... no, no.

I'll- I'll get you your drinks.

" Sia?

Yes?

- Two reds, table four.

- Got it.

Hey, Stu, where's Alexis?

Hello?

- Hey.

- What? Oh, I'm not taking a sh*t.

- We're smoking it.

- I don't even want to know.

Can I interrupt you two

for just a second?

- Mm-hmm.

- I have something very important

to ask you, for probably the last time.

Shouldn't you be cooking

some f***ing food?

Come on.

- All right. You're right.

- Me, me, me.

Mm, are you guys f***ing?

Hey, get the f*** out of here.

Come on, go make some mediocre bar food.

Stupid.

Come here. Come here, come here.

- I love you.

- I lov... Ooh, yeah, I love you.

Go. Go.

Wash your hands, OK?

Should we get back in there?

So...

- Here we are in the bathroom.

- Here we are.

- Alexis, about the other...

- So, you two

gallop off into the sunset

the other day?

Oh, yeah.

Didn't you hear?

Happy ending and everything.

You know, I could fall

madly in love with you.

I'm not sure that would be

the smartest thing.

Why is that?

You know, it's funny how a person,

just by living,

can damage another person beyond repair.

How's that funny?

I don't know.

This is why I'm not a bartender.

Don't wipe your shirt...

- Ready?

- This kitchen is closed forever!

Yeah!

Did you throw that glass?

This is his place.

Don't worry about it.

He's the only one who can throw them.

- No, not...

- Oh, give me a kiss, give me a kiss.

- Give me a kiss, lady.

- Aw...

- Ah.

- Ah.

Hey!

Hey!

How much do I owe you?

What?

How much do I owe you?

I don't remember.

Hello?

Hey, baby.

Um...

no, I'm, I'm lying on the sidewalk.

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