This Is Where I Leave You Page #6

Hang on.

You're not gonna use our miscarriage as an

excuse for f***ing my boss, are you?

No. That's not what I'm saying.

That sounds like what you're loading up.

I'm saying that we were never the same after

that. You just shut down, like always.

Look, I know that it's not how we imagined

it, but we can do this, can't we'?

I mean, lots of divorced people

raise their children together.

I know it's complicated.

Hmm. And I don't do complicated.

What?

Nothing.

This is happening, Judd.

You're going to be a father.

Ah. I don't know. I guess I was expecting

your reaction to be a bit more...

- I don't know.

- A bit more what?

Last time I saw you,

you were in our bed with my boss.

Tough image to process. Still working on

that. And then you drop this bomb on me?

You might have to give me a minute

on this one. Okay?

You're right.

I checked into the Marriott for a few days.

So, um...

Please come talk to me

when you're ready, okay?

Hi, Phillip.

Quinn.

I always knew there was something

of a cold-hearted slut in you.

- Takes one to know one.

- Touch, pussycat.

So? What are you guys talking about?

- Nothing.

- I'm pregnant.

Mazel tov?

This is one of those tricky situations where you

need someone to talk to or wanna be left alone.

It'd be a great help

if maybe you can let me know...

- Go away, please.

- Okay.

Um... I'll be on the other side.

Wow.

Judd Altman on my front steps.

Have a rough day?

Yup. You could say that.

You wanna talk about it?

No. That okay?

It's okay.

Yeah. I don't know why I'm here, but, um...

...I could not think of one place

I would rather be more.

You coming in?

Should I?

I would.

Laundry room. Laundry. Keep going.

Hi.

Horry.

Hey, Sunflower.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I went to the garage to get this wrench.

Least I think it was the wrench I

was after. But now I'm up here...

...and I can't remember why.

Well, I'm sure it'll come to you.

No, it won't.

Please. Come on. Sit. It's okay.

Horry.

Do you hate me?

- No.

- Not ever?

Not ever.

Because I would.

I should never have left.

I never would've let you stay-

You were 20 years old.

I wasn't gonna be the guy

who kept you here.

After I had the accident...

After we had the accident.

I was in the car with you.

Right?

I know.

I was different afterwards.

I had this anger. I couldn't control it.

- That night in the kitchen...

- You weren't yourself.

I'm still not.

Don't be freaked out.

I'm not.

You're definitely freaking out.

How do you know? You can't even see me.

Oh, I see you, Judd Altman.

I've always seen you.

So did I hear Serena at like 3

in the morning last night?

She was up three times.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Where's your suit?

Why do I need a suit?

Apparently we're going to temple.

Boner sold Mom on it.

- We have to say a prayer for Dad's soul.

- Can't do that here, huh?

Trust me,

I've already asked all the right questions.

Oh. Judd, there you are.

You didn't tell anyone

where you were going yesterday.

- Good reason for that. I didn't want to.

- Oh, Judd.

Everyone, just cut Judd some slack.

He's got a lot on his plate.

- Careful.

- Why? What's going on?

- You know, Quinn's pregnant. It's Judd's.

- No... Goddamn it.

- Holy sh*t.

- What?

- You ever think before you speak?

- No, that would take all the fun out of it.

This week keeps on getting

better and better.

Unbelievable.

Annie.

- Nice.

- You coming?

No, I think I'm gonna stay back.

- Mm. You sure?

- I think Annie could use somebody to talk to.

You know,

sometimes I think you're too good for me.

Hmm. Don't be silly.

I'm definitely too good for you.

Yeah, I would've hung it up

if I thought I needed it again, Mom. Sorry.

- This was your father's favorite.

- Mm.

It's very nice.

- So. A baby.

- Mm-hm.

- You must be terrified.

- I am.

Well, if it's any consolation,

that feeling never goes away.

- Not really.

- Great.

- Handsome?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

He was very proud of you, you know.

- I wonder what he'd think now.

- What do you mean?

Come on. My marriage is over.

I don't have a job.

That's why you didn't come see him these last

few weeks. You thought he'd think less of you.

I think less of me. I've got nothing.

Look at me.

I'm way too old to have this much nothing.

- Sit down, baby.

- It's fine. Seriously.

No, let me tell you about your dad.

You could've talked to him.

He'd have understood.

How? He never failed at anything.

That was kind of Dad's thing, wasn't it?

Oh, God, Judd.

Mort would've lost his business years ago

if it hadn't been for my royalties...

...and Paul coming in when he did.

- Hmm.

- Your father was a terrible businessman.

He just figured if he had the store,

you'd all come work there.

He just wanted to be around you.

Your father loved you, not what you did.

I mean, The Man Up Show? Are you kidding?

You've listened to it, right?

It's asinine. Heh.

No. You were his boy.

And as far as he was concerned, the sun

rose and set on you and your siblings.

Judd.

You're gonna be okay.

- I know.

- No, you don't.

But I do.

How are you so okay?

I think with every passing day...

...I remember your father less

as a sick, frail patient...

...and more as that strong, vibrant man

I was married to all those years.

Also, I'm popping Xanax like Tic Tacs.

Go on.

Shabbas. Shabbas.

Shabbas.

Good Shabbas, Elmsbrook.

Good Shabbas.

What is that?

I mean, I feel like this is my shul, right?

You feel like my congregation.

You don't sound like them, though.

How about this?

Can I get a Shabbat Shalom?

Shabbat Shalom.

That's what I'm talking about. What?

That's where we should start.

You understand?

We gotta leaven that bread.

But let's take it down for a second.

A couple notches. Let's take it down.

Now, as many of you know,

Mort Altman passed away this past week.

His family's joined us here today to mark

his passing before God and community.

Wendy, how are you?

- You look good.

- Ew.

On a personal note,

I grew up in the Altman home.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Hanging out with Phillip. Remember?

- Playing ball with the boys.

- Getting wasted.

- Jerking off.

- Trying to touch my b*obs.

And I mourn with them. I do.

What do you say we get this party started?

Does now feel like the right time?

It feels like the right time to me.

Cantor Mia. Bring them back up.

See you in a bit.

Wait. Hey.

- Where's he going?

- I don't know. Maybe he's sick.

I'll go check on him. I'll be right back.

- Here.

- You've been holding out on me.

- What? This?

- Where'd you get this?

This is Dad's jacket, so...

- Dad was a stoner?

- No, it was probably medicinal.

It always is.

Damn. I miss him.

- Yeah.

- I miss you, Dad.

I missed him when he was alive.

Remember how he used to do that thing

with his forehead?

Hmm?

The forehead thing.

- What you talking about?

- It was instead of kissing us.

You do remember how he never kissed us.

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