The Fitzgerald Family Christmas Page #9

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Okay, I told you we had

a family emergency.

Right, I don't know what you

want me to say, Sharon.

Okay? We're hanging out,

and we're kinda having a good time.

You're "kinda having a good time"?

[laughs humorlessly]

You know my brother is planning on

proposing to her tonight!

You have to get her back here.

You know, he may wanna

check his voice-mail on that one,

because she's pretty pissed off

that he left without saying anything.

Let her know.

FX:
And you know what, Sharon?

Seeing as you think this relationship

has no future,

I was kinda thinking

this might be a good time

for us to call it quits anyhow.

[gasps] Oh, my God.

You know what?

You are a creepy old freak

and the two of you

deserve each other.

- Yeah, whatever.

- [laughing]

- Nice.

- Done.

[sighs]

CYRIL:
I had no idea

what to get you,

so you're probably

gonna hate it.

Got Ma something nice, though.

That's good.

Hey.

You know you're gonna

get through this, right?

You think so?

Absolutely f***ing certain of it.

Gerry,

I don't know

what the hell to do now.

Look, you don't need to worry

about that right now, all right?

After the New Year,

we'll get you hooked up with a job,

or maybe, I don't know,

you go back to school, maybe both.

Go back to school?

I'm not going back

to f***ing school.

What the f*** job

am I gonna get?

I will find you something, all right?

You're home now.

- You're with your family.

- [sighs]

All right? That's what we do.

We take care of one another.

[cellphone vibrating]

Sh*t, man, I'm sorry.

Speaking of family...

Yo, Fitzy, what you got?

Hey, Gerry, it's Quinn.

[sighs heavily]

What are you doing right now?

No, I'm just actually

sitting here with Cyril.

- We're having a little talk.

- QUINN:
Dad's here. He just told us.

Can you f***ing believe

he's dying?

Anyway,

you gotta get over here.

We need to talk about Christmas.

All right, yeah.

Yeah, we'll be right over.

You think you're ready

to see the old man?

No. [laughs]

No!

[soft music playing]

ROSIE:

So what's with her nibs?

How does she know my Gerry?

Oh, they met here, yesterday.

She asked about him,

so I sent her up to the bar to meet him.

But don't you think

she's a little old for him?

No, I don't think so.

I think they'd make a cute couple.

- Well, what's her story?

- [chuckles]

No, rea--

Why isn't she married?

At her age.

I'm not as nosy as you.

I didn't ask her.

She seems like a nice girl.

I thought I'd do them each a favor.

Yeah, but there must be a story.

There's always a story.

What do you want?

Do you want him to die a bachelor?

No kids, having a Christmas

like the one that I'm gonna have tomorrow

with no one by my side?

Look, you do not have to be alone.

I want you to come over

to my house.

I don't want to go to your house.

There's gonna be more drama there

than my poor heart can take.

[Rosie sighs heavily]

[Exhales]

So what am I gonna do about James?

I can't have that man in my house.

I gotta tell you something.

My Thomas,

that son of a b*tch,

as much as I hated him

with a passion,

there's not a day that goes by

that I don't wish that he were here.

You don't mean that.

I do. I do mean it.

And you know what I would do?

I would tie him up in that chair

and I would pistol-whip him

until he screamed

for all the trouble

that he caused me.

[Both laughing]

- You know.

- [laughing]

You know.

[sighs]

But seriously,

if Deirdre were still here,

and she wanted me

to forgive him,

she wanted me to spend

Christmas with him...

[clicks tongue]

how could I say no?

Well, if I do forgive him,

I might have to borrow your pistol.

[Mrs. G. laughs]

I mean it.

- Hey! Look who's back.

- SHARON:
Cyril!

- Hey!

- CONNIE:
Hi!

CYRIL:
Oh. [sighs]

Missed you.

Come here.

I'm really proud of you.

How's it going, Son?

Better than you, I hear.

Yeah, you look good.

Welcome back.

Oh, sh*t. Is this...

...allowed?

Are we okay to drink

in front of you?

You never gave a sh*t

about my feelings before. Okay?

Don't start now.

Makin' it easy.

That's a change.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

All right, so we're all here.

Let's talk about tomorrow.

No, no, no, no.

Not till Erin gets here.

[sighs] And why...

Why do I always forget her?

Because she's a stuck-up

pain in the ass.

You know,

she's really not stuck-up.

She just thinks

she's better than you.

Yeah, well,

she's not the only one.

Where... Where are these

comments coming from?

I think you know where

these comments are coming from.

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Yeah, we talked about this.

Let's cut all the bullshit.

Erin's been through this

every step of the way with me.

She brought me

to the best doctors.

She's been at my bedside

all through this ordeal.

So I don't want anybody

bad-mouthing her.

We can still bad-mouth you,

though, right?

[sighs] Do what you must.

You know, Daddy,

you should've told us about this.

We... We could've helped you.

That's not entirely true.

Yeah, I gotta agree with him on that.

- Can't you guys just be nice?

- Who said anything about...

QUINN:
Yeah, you wanna chill

with the comments?

It's Christmas. Be jolly and merry

and all that other sh*t.

No, no, no, no.

They're entitled. But...

Hey, Gerry, why don't you call and see

if there's any word from Erin.

I called her on the way over.

She should be here any minute.

[doorbell rings]

An angel just got their wings.

None for you, though, Pops.

I'll get the door.

God!

- What the f***'s wrong with you?

- What's wrong with you, Cyril?

- It was just a joke.

- Oh, it's a joke.

Pancreatic cancer victim,

Christmas, it's a joke?

Shut up.

Just lay off him, all right?

- QUINN:
Lay off?

- Yes!

- You lay off!

- Give him a f***ing break!

[whispering]

Shh! Our father is dying!

[Erin sobbing] Oh, Daddy.

[softly] Nancy?

You asleep?

Mmm. I'm fine.

I'm gonna go now, sweetie.

Oh... Okay.

- Have a good Christmas.

- Okay.

She's falling asleep.

[Chuckles]

Yeah, well, it's about that time.

I understand

you...you met my boy.

I did. I did.

He's very nice.

[laughs wryly]

I don't need you to tell me that.

Okay.

What's your name?

My name? Nora.

What's your last name?

Daugherty.

How do you spell that?

If you're wondering

if I'm Irish, I'm not.

Then what is it? Scottish?

Grandparents were English.

Merry Christmas.

- [door opens]

- [whispering] Merry Christmas.

[Door closes]

So, what are we supposed to do

if Mom does not agree

to have Dad over for Christmas?

It seems clear she already said

she wasn't gonna have him over.

Does she know he's dying?

Yeah, she knows.

And she still said no?

She's still got a lot of anger

towards your dad.

But not all of it deserved.

[Chuckles]

How do you figure that?

She and I were young.

[sighs] It's never black and white

as it seems.

Oh, please, Dad,

don't even start with that.

I mean, you cheated on her.

How the hell is that

somehow her fault?

Can you just give him

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