The Vanishing of Sidney Hall Page #7

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I'm a fan of yours.

I like your writing.

I really do.

But I'm not exactly the kind

of guy that opens up.

You realize that

both your books are still on

The New York Times

bestseller list.

I had no involvement in the

release of that second novel.

I know it was a success.

I know that they hailed it

some sort of

stream-of-conscious bible.

But it's just a bunch

of unfinished sentences.

- Unfinished sentences.

- Unfinished sentences.

Probably some of

the most honest writing

that you have ever done.

That's why it's even

bigger than the first book.

I wrote a story,

people bought it.

Mr. Hall. You have

become the story.

- You are the story now.

- Bullshit.

You know what

I think bullshit is?

I think bullshit is

It's people

who wander around the country

pretending to be other people.

You wake up in the morning,

you look in the mirror.

I don't care

what you tell yourself,

you're going to be

Sidney Hall period.

I mean, some writers they

don't even find their voice

until they're

I don't know what

And here you are,

you're out wasting your time,

what are you, age 30?

But what do I know?

What do I know

You don't know anything

about me.

I'd really like to.

Mr. Hall.

I understand your reservations

about the biography.

I respect your decision.

I do suspect, however,

that once I leave here, you're

not going to be contacting me.

So before I leave, there's

something I want you to know.

This has been a very

personal journey for me.

I want you to know that

my son probably wouldn't alive

today if

If he hadn't randomly

picked up a book

called Suburban Tragedy

out of my study.

His mother passed away

recently and he

He didn't really speak to anyone

until he read your book.

So I guess you could say that

you brought my son back to me.

And he is everything to me.

He's all I've got.

If our paths never cross again,

it's been an honor meeting you.

Only for a brief moment.

Francis.

You deserved it.

The Pulitzer.

You really did,

it's a great book.

You know you should

really call your Dad.

Your mom walked out on him.

Just in case you wanted to know.

Okay, I'll change the subject.

- So I was thinking of names.

- Names?

For our baby.

- Baby names?

- Mmm-hmm.

- The little nugget.

- Mmm-hmm.

If it's a girl Helen.

Which is really pretty.

And then if it's a boy, Homer.

- Homer. Homer. No

- You don't like it?

Homer, no. He's going to get

his ass kicked with that name.

- You can't name a kid Homer

- Why? I like it.

I don't know about that

Is it like Homer

in the Odyssey, Homer?

Or is it Homer

like Homer Simpson?

No, it's neither

It's our Homer.

- It's his own thing.

- Doh.

Just think about it,

I think it's nice.

Do you recognize him?

Um, no. I thought it

was Someone

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Uh

- I saw a doctor few weeks ago.

- What for?

Nothing, it was just a checkup.

Uh, some, you know,

headaches I've been having.

Well, we know where

those come from.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- You're not fine.

You're obviously not fine

if you had to go

see a doctor about it.

I promise. It's nothing.

All right. Well, I have to

go to the bathroom.

This conversation isn't over,

okay?

Okay.

Sidney

Sidney Sidney

I'm still your friend, Sidney.

He writes about confrontation,

but in real life, he avoids it.

Sidney You lost

the Pulitzer to Bishop.

The core of our nation is etched

inside these plastic smiles.

Endless rows of nowhere houses.

Are you f***ing

my daughter, Sidney?

Are you f***ing my daughter?

You have to talk

to the press, Sidney.

You can't avoid them forever.

You should be

ashamed of yourself

Are you f***ing my daughter?

Hi, Sidney.

Are you married, are you not

married? What's going on?

'Cause I'm getting a little

confused. Where is she?

Hey, there was a long line.

Thanks for waiting.

Um, I think I've decided,

I'm just going to

have the risotto.

She wants the risotto.

What's going on?

She's a hallucination.

Yeah, I'm a f***ing

hallucination, Sidney!

What's going on is I've been

f***ing your husband.

In case you didn't

already realize that.

Or I don't know,

is he your husband?

Is he not your husband?

'Cause I can't really tell,

sometimes when he's f***ing me

so hard,

I assume he's not your husband.

Then here you guys are

having a great dinner.

Wow, you're so surprised

because

he's never done this before.

I f***ed your husband

in case you didn't get that

across your little

princess brain, baby!

Melody!

What is this?

What are you doing?

I'm leaving.

What do you mean you're leaving?

I'm leaving,

that's what I'm doing.

I'm leaving tomorrow, for good.

You're not leaving,

the hell you are!

I'm getting the rest

of my things.

Stop it,

just let me explain myself!

Just talk to me. Talk to me

Explain what?

That you're a f***ing liar

and a cheat?

With what money? You can't

even afford to get on a bus.

I sold a book.

What do you mean

you sold a book?

I got an advance on

a book I'm writing.

For how much?

That's none of your

business, how much.

It is my business!

How many were there?

How many were there!

- Please, don't do this.

- Two! Four! Ten! How many?

It didn't mean anything to me!

You're the only one

in my entire life

- that means anything to me.

- Don't give me that bullshit!

Everything is your business.

You go through my things.

You breathe down my neck!

I can't I can't breathe

when I'm around you!

I've put every dime

I've ever earned,

I have put towards you!

That's Dad's money.

It's called disability.

It's not bullshit!

- Get the f*** away from me.

- All right.

You got to be f***ing

kidding me.

This can't be f***ing happening.

You wanna hit me?

You wanna slap your son?

- Come on, do it again.

- Don't you disrespect me!

Oh!

Maybe this is a blessing

in disguise.

We can finally talk about

the things we never

get to talk about.

I'm feeling claustrophobic.

You don't get to

choose when you leave me!

You don't get to choose.

When I had you,

I didn't have a choice!

I didn't get a choice

when I had you!

- You don't have a choice!

- Stop.

Let go of me!

Why are you defending him?

He's leaving me!

He can't I won't

Velouria

Velouria

- Let him go.

- No

Lights won't come on

Hello!

Can anyone hear me?

Is it because of the journals?

It's not just one thing, Mom.

It's not just one thing.

Hello! Hello!

Can anybody hear me?

Mel?

Mel, honey?

Where's your inhaler?

Where's your inhaler?

It's not in here.

It's not in your purse.

All right. Did you leave

it at the restaurant.

All right, just listen.

Breathe.

Uh, we're going to be out

of here real soon, all right?

You'll be out of here

real soon. Just relax.

- Can anybody hear me?

- Yeah, you're down there?

Yeah. Hello! Hello!

My wife and I have been

trapped in the elevator

for quite some time now.

She has asthma.

She can't breathe very well.

We don't have her medication.

I'll call 911,

but it might take a few, okay?

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