The Pretty One Page #2

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- That's just great.

I was just telling your father...

you've always been

a very strong girl.

And I know it'll be rough going...

but I just know you'll

find some way to triumph.

- Thanks. I...

- And Laurel...

she was such a strange little bird.

Never got over your mama...

and I just don't think she

could've got past losing you too.

It's just better that

it happened this way.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

What was it you were

gonna tell us, honey?

I just wanted to tell you

that I'm not really...

I'm actually not...

I'm just starting to remember

some things, and...

That's just fantastic, honey.

That's great news.

Great.

Yup, it's great, really great.

Great news.

Would anyone like to say a

few parting words to Laurel?

A shared moment, perhaps?

Anything?

Frank?

Audrey?

It's too bad...

that Laurel never got a chance

to get out of this place...

since she clearly meant

sh*t to all of you people.

And you know, it's

really too bad...

that I was the only one who ever saw

anything special in her or believed in her.

And now that she's gone, you

a**holes can't hurt her anymore!

What are you doing here? My parents

are gonna flip if they see you.

I knew you knew. I knew you knew.

I felt... I thought...

I didn't know,

but I felt something.

I just realized it this morning.

I've been dreaming of this

moment since I was like 10.

What?

I... I've been in love with you

since the fourth grade, Audrey.

I mean, she looked like

you, but she wasn't...

She wasn't you.

I don't understand. You kissed me.

You were her only friend.

She loved you.

Well, yeah, but I liked her too.

Don't get me wrong.

It's just that...

You're...

You're a goddess.

Audrey.

It's chilly out here, come inside.

She took care of you

for all those years.

How could you not say anything?

- Let's take this inside.

- Yeah.

"Let's take it inside.

Let's take it inside."

God forbid we should ever say

anything about how we feel!

Dad, say something.

Right now. Just say something!

Say something!

I have to go back to work.

In the shape you're in?

I'll follow up with

my doctors at home.

What should we do

with all her things?

Donate them, I don't care.

She didn't have anything anyway.

Wait.

I've got something for you.

What about all those other paintings?

What are you gonna do with those?

Which other paintings?

These are all Laurel's.

I couldn't send them to customers.

They're not quite right.

You can take as many

of them as you like.

I can't use them.

No, that's okay.

I'll just take the one.

Three fives.

- You got a draw?

- Yeah.

Good this far?

I got three ones...

but just because of that lucky

draw I was telling you about.

- Then how about 10, 11, 12, 13?

- Great.

Hey, what are you doing?

Leave Basel alone.

He doesn't want to move out.

Timor, I can handle this.

You want me to move out...

pay me a move-out fee.

It's the way it works.

- The law is on the tenant's side.

- Oh, you're my tenant.

- Yeah.

- Sorry, I got in an accident.

I...

I have post-traumatic amnesia.

I've never met a real-life amnesiac.

Cool.

- Dinner!

- Oh, that's my mom.

- Yup.

- Can I take this one?

Yeah. You're gonna have

it back in two weeks?

- I guess.

- All right. Perfect.

Thanks, buddy.

- Good playing.

- You too.

- Bye.

- All right, bye.

Why did I wanna kick you out?

So your sister can move in here.

- That was nice of me.

- It was.

Except for when you called

me a creepy man-child...

and tried to kick me out.

That was less nice.

Well, so my sister will not be moving in

because of extenuating circumstances...

so you don't have to leave.

No, really?

Oh, thank you, Audrey.

Books.

Yes, these are books.

Yeah, I sell these books online...

and I lend them to people in

the neighborhood, mostly kids.

You wanna borrow one?

Help yourself.

I broke my arm once,

so I can relate to that.

Do you wanna sign

my cast, whatever?

- You okay?

- Yeah, I mean you don't have to...

No, no, please. I'd like to.

I was thinking something like,

I don't know:

"I hate you. Love, Basel."

How about "I hate you.

Hate, Basel"?

That's better. You improved.

There you go.

You okay? You seem

really different.

I do? No.

Like how?

Well, you're being nice to me.

Whatever.

Audrey, that's your phone ringing.

You should probably answer it.

Right. Cool.

Cool.

Cool.

- You live right over there.

- Right, okay.

Hello?

Hi, Charles. Charles.

Hi.

Yeah. I'm okay.

Yeah, sure.

Can you remind me what

our place is again?

Okay. Great.

I'll just remember that.

Yes, I'll see you there.

I love you too.

Bye.

- It's me, Claudia.

- Come in.

- Oh, hi.

- Hi.

Oh, my God.

This was on the porch.

Oh, sorry.

I just talked to your dad.

Do you remember me?

He said you might not.

- No, yes, I remember.

- Okay, good.

He said your phone melted

in the accident, literally melted.

I made you my egg-white meringue.

How are you? I mean

really, how are you?

I'm okay. Yeah, you know,

a little turned around.

Yeah.

- Did you do something to your hair?

- No.

- Just a... Yeah, a little trim.

- Yeah.

Everyone in the office knows.

Edith says take as much

bereavement as you need.

You don't have to refrigerate that.

What is that smell?

I don't know.

- Maybe the flowers.

- Yeah, okay.

Whoa, yes.

You know, I'm really great

to go back to work.

I really want to, you know,

just get back to normal...

I hear that.

Back to normal, great idea, but maybe

you should consider not going back...

until it looks like you didn't

just go through a windshield.

They're so perfect they seem fake.

It's like they're in

Technicolor or something.

Don't know their real names,

so I call them The Browns.

Mr. and Mrs. Brown, and

their kids, Dick and Jane.

Dick and Jane, yeah.

I didn't think of naming the kids.

Right...

Hey. We're just talking

about the Browns together.

Fascinating.

Okay, ready?

Oh, sure.

Do you want me to call Hortensia?

Get this place cleaned up?

Audrey?

Oh, yeah, hi.

Yes, nice meeting you...

To see you.

I'm so...

so, so, so sorry.

- I know how much she meant to you.

- You do?

I think our table is ready.

So this place is super

close to my apartment.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

- Is everything all right?

- Yeah.

You know, I just don't

really feel like myself.

I don't remember a lot of things.

It's okay. We'll take it slow.

I have to go to pee...

To the bathroom.

- Darling, is everything all right?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

- You're not still mad at me, are you?

- No, it's not you. I mean...

Why would I still be mad at you?

Look, I'm sorry that I sprang a

divorce on you. Okay? I don't...

- We're married?

- No, we're not married.

So you are married to someone else?

Audrey, just forget the divorce.

All right?

We can go back to this

little farce of ours.

I get it.

You're right, commitment is scary.

- Did I break up with you?

- Yeah, but I know you didn't mean it.

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