The Pallbearer Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1996
- 98 min
- 144 Views
It's, like, a temporary arrangement
until I'm ready to go.
I needed a place to stay and my dad,
you know, owns the building and I just...
I mean, if I wasn't going away...
Well, I'm very sorry.
I mean, your work is very strong.
I fought for you.
But the partners felt,
and I had to agree with them,
you just don't fulfill
our needs at this time.
I want to thank you
for coming in.
I didn't get the job.
I'll get the boxes.
He loved the Mets.
Thank you for doing this.
I got something you might want.
Come here.
There might be
one or two of you in there.
You can take one.
It's hard to believe.
- You're a beautiful boy.
- Oh, no, no.
- Yes, you are.
- Well, thank you, Ruth. Thank you.
Bill Senior, on the other hand,
he had to get by on his wits.
No chin.
I met him one night at this party
at Aunt Lucille's.
I was 16.
I fell for him like that.
Next day he left for Vietnam.
Two years.
So... what, you just
waited for him?
Oh, sure.
- I mean, there were
plenty of other suitors.
- I'm sure.
But Bill Senior, you know,
he just... tickled my fancy.
Whew, and those letters he wrote.
Holy cow.
I would've waited a few lifetimes.
You know what I mean?
Yeah.
It's that easy.
I had the dial set a little thin.
- Press the button.
And now you'll feed
everything down to the last piece.
It's a perfect result!
- That's pretty good!
- Every time.
- It's beautiful.
- It's perfection in slicing.
- Please, Tom.
- Ruth, I'd really rather not.
I need you to do this.
He never talked to me
about things like this.
It's... It's important to me.
Please.
What do you want to know?
Giris.
Well, I think
there was one girl Bill liked.
Really?
What was her name?
- Julie.
- Julie.
- Was she pretty?
- Oh, yeah.
He did everything he could, but he just
couldn't stop thinking about her.
Even when he tried
really hard not to.
She haunted him.
She haunted him.
So what happened?
Well, she told him
she was planning on going away,
but I don't know.
He couldn't let her go.
I mean, he'd been in love
with her for so long.
And I guess no one tickled
his fancy the way she did.
So, this Julie...
Do you think
that's the reason he...
No, Ruth. I knew we shouldn't
have gotten into this.
- Could be the reason, you know.
- Ruth, no.
- Did she go to Yale?
- What?
There were all these
toll receipts in the car.
New Haven. Did she go to Yale?
She didn't go to Y...
No, Ru... It...
I don't think it had anything
to do with her. I know it didn't.
Hello?
Tom? It's Julie.
Hi, Julie...
- Julie?
- Can I come over?
I have to talk to you.
- Come over here?
- Yeah. I'm in the neighborhood.
I'm coming, okay?
- What are you doing?
- Someone's coming over. A girl.
Don't make a big deal...
Is that what you're wearing?
It's my friggin' house!
Okay, try not to say "friggin',"
don't call me "Tom-Tom"...
and no stories about me doing magic.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- What's going on?
- Nothing.
- So, could I come in, or...
- Oh, sure.
- Julie, this is my mom.
- Oh, hi.
I'm Tom's mom.
How are you?
Tom-Tom comes out
in his funny little hat and cape...
and he has a little magic wand.
I'm telling you,
he was the cutest thing you ever saw!
- I got a picture.
- Mom, no pictures.
- Oh, wait, no! I got one in...
- Mom!
I'm goin' in the kitchen now.
Oy.
It was really nice meeting you.
Oh, it was nice meeting you too.
- I'm sorry.
- No, I'm sorry.
It's just, this thing happened
and I didn't know who else to turn to.
Well, what's...
what's up?
Scott came to see me
last night.
He did?
What, at work?
- Yeah.
- How is Scott?
He made a pass at me.
Oh, my... Wh...
I can't believe he did this!
What in... What...
I can't believe it!
How could he kiss you like that
when he's supposed to be married?
- How do you know he kissed me?
- How do l... How's that?
I said "pass,"
I didn't say "kiss."
- Oh, my God! Did he tell you this?
- No. I'm sorry.
- I hear "pass," I move right to "kiss."
- Well, he did kiss me.
Bastard!
What is he thinking?
I don't know what to do.
Do I tell Cynthia? Do I not tell her?
Oh, you... you... you tell her.
This is a moral issue.
Unfortunately, Scott is an adulterer and
that is something Cynthia should know.
Okay, okay, but what if
it's not all Scott's fault, all right?
- What if it's partly my fault?
- What do you mean?
I'm just saying, he shows up
out of nowhere looking for a record?
I should've seen it coming. I just...
I let things get out of control.
- The same thing happened with Jed.
- Jed?
One minute we're having
this casual conversation...
"Maybe we should live together."
The next thing I know,
I'm getting married.
- This is the guy you were gonna marry.
- Yeah.
I mean, I cared about him, you know,
and he really wanted to get married.
But I guess I wasn't sure,
and I should've told him
that at the very beginning.
I mean, before that whole
marriage thing got started.
Have you ever not told someone something
that you should've told them,
but you were afraid to,
so you didn't,
and then it turned into
a whole complicated thing...
that you never should've
gotten into in the first place?
You kids want some Bosco?
Mom! No!
Oh. I love Bosco.
This is why you
never got first chair.
- What?
- In band.
Mr. Busto wanted you to challenge
but you wouldn't do it.
Oh, my God.
- I forgot about Cliff Young.
- You didn't want to hurt his feelings.
- Well, he loved his solos.
- Yeah, but you were better than he was.
- No.
- You were.
I'll, I'll give
Cliff Young his trills,
but you had it all over him
in the upper register.
How do you remember
all this?
I have a really good memory.
Well,
I guess I was always screwed up.
No, you were just worried
about other people's feelings.
Yeah, but the thing is,
you spend your life worrying
about how other people feel,
you sort of lose track,
you know, of how you feel.
Does this have anything
to do with you going away?
Sort of.
My plan...
is to save up, buy a car,
pack all the things
I really care about...
and just drive off on my own
for, like, a year.
Because I never really
been on my own. You know?
Y- You've got a thing.
On my mouth?
Listen, um,
there's this thing tonight
at St. John the Divine.
I got the tickets for me
and, you know, Jed.
- It's this guy Gorczcki.
- Hockey?
A composer.
I know.
So, uh,
do you, you know...
do you want to go with me?
Yes.
- How could you do this to me?
- What?
It's 2:
30.Where the hell have you been?
- I really need to talk to you.
Can we please just go inside?
- They're waiting for us.
- Who?
- Weren't you even listening
to me the other night?
Of course I was listening to you.
What did you say?
Aunt Lucille's.
The pool party.
Did you even remember
to bring your trunks?
Oh, Jesus. Let's go.
I packed some of Bill's.
Come on!
# Papa loves mambo #
# Mama loves mambo #
# Look at him sway with it
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