Tully Page #7

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- (LAUGHS)

So, let's say you take

a wooden ship

and you replace one plank

every year.

Well, eventually the ship

will be made up of

entirely new planks.

There'll be nothing left

of the original ship.

So, is it still the same ship

or is it a new ship?

New ship.

- Why?

- It just is.

Nothing is the same.

It's a new ship, baby.

- Nouveau bateau.

- (CHUCKLES)

Okay.

So, what about people?

Most of the cells in your body

have divided and regenerated

since you were a baby.

Then I guess I'm just not me

without my original parts.

Well, there's one part of us

that actually can't regenerate.

What's that?

The hearing cells.

In your ears.

Yeah, they can't grow back.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(BAND PLAYING HARD-CORE

SCREAMO MUSIC)

The twisted corpses twitch

The flesh crawls

Beam in the sunlight.

(LOW, CROWD CHATTER)

- (SOFT ROCK PLAYS)

- (TULLY CHUCKLES)

Oh, no, this is, like,

- one of my favorite songs.

- I know.

Mine, too.

That's why I played it.

I used to listen to this

with Violet all the time.

We used to live together

here in Bushwick,

a long time ago.

But, like, this was our jam.

- You know?

- (LAUGHS):
Yeah.

Oh, I loved her.

I was...

I was really in love with her.

I wanted...

- Oh, God.

- What?

- Are you okay?

- Fine.

I want to tell you

something and I...

- No, I have to go first.

- Whoa.

Really?

It better be really good,

- 'cause I'm, like, laying my sh*t out here.

- Yeah.

I have to leave.

Where?

Uh, I can't work for you

anymore.

Sorry, I didn't want to

tell you at the house.

Wait, you're quitting?

No, you can't quit.

I have to.

What, is it another family

or something?

'Cause I just need you to stay

a little bit lo-longer,

you know?

'Cause I need your help.

Please.

I can't.

- (GROANS)

- Marlo.

Oh, Marlo.

- (BICYCLE CLATTERS)

- Oh.

Where are you going?

- Let me drive you home.

- You can't drive!

Yes, I'm fine.

- I promise.

- No, let's just...

- let's leave the car here and take a cab.

- No.

- Drew's gonna be angry.

- Why are you doing this?

Why are you leaving?

Why?

I was just here

to bridge a gap.

It's time for me to move on.

Right.

I bet you have big plans.

I mean, your 20s are great.

They are, but then your 30s

come around the corner

like a garbage truck

at 5:
00 a.m.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do when that

cute little butt of yours drops

and your feet

grow a half a size

with each pregnancy, and this

whole free spirit thing...

it stops being charming.

And it just starts

to look ugly.

I'm not afraid of the future.

(SCOFFS):
Oh, my God.

You should be.

You're convinced that

you're this failure,

but you actually made

your biggest dream come true.

- Oh, my... what?

- That sameness

that you despise.

That's your gift to them.

Waking up every day

and doing the same things

- for them over and over.

- (BICYCLE RATTLING)

You... are boring.

Your marriage is boring.

Your house is boring,

but that's f***ing incredible!

That's the big dream,

to grow up and be dull

and constant,

and then raise your kids

in that circle of safety.

I'm not safe.

I'm scared!

(SIGHS) Marlo!

Where are we going?!

To my old place!

You don't live there anymore!

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

What, there's

a f***ing lobby now?

(LAUGHS):

And furniture?

- Let's go home.

- No, no, no.

Violet still lives here.

She's gonna let us in.

And she's gonna like you a lot.

(LAUGHS):

So, just get ready for that.

- (LINE RINGING)

- I wish I could

let you stay and go up, but...

- there's no there anymore.

- No, no, no, no, no.

It's right there. Look.

Come on. Let's go.

What?

Hey, this was your idea.

Why the f*** did you

bring me out here then?

We just came too far out.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Whoa.

Hold on.

- Oh!

- Oh, you're really full.

- Oh, I need Mia. Oh, f***.

- Okay.

Let's go home and

I'll-I'll breastfeed her.

No, you're not gonna feed Mia.

You're hammered.

- Um...

- I miss her.

- No, I'm...

- You're gonna see her soon.

I know, but she won't

be the same tomorrow.

You said that,

and I don't want her to grow.

Yeah, you do.

Okay, come here, come here.

Let me get you.

(GRUNTS):

Okay.

We're gonna go in here.

Come on, let's-let's go.

(LOUD CROWD CHATTER,

MUSIC PLAYING)

TULLY:

Excuse me.

Oh, please, excuse me.

Okay.

(LOUD CROWD CHATTER,

MUSIC PLAYING CONTINUES)

- (DOOR CLOSES)

- Take it off. - (GROANS)

Okay.

Oh, God.

(GROANS)

- Uh-uh.

- No?

- Oh, my...

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, God.

One second!

We're performing a miracle!

- (GROANS)

- Okay.

Ah, f***.

Okay. Maybe...

Oh...

Okay.

It's not working.

(GROANS)

Okay, here.

Okay.

Just gonna... do a compress.

It'll be like a baby's mouth.

- Let me sit down.

- (GROANS)

Here, come down.

Okay. Ready?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Now I'm just gonna squeeze,

okay?

Just a little rubbing motion

like always.

Okay.

Ow! Ow.

- F***. Ow!

- It's okay. Just one more.

(SIGHS)

- Ow!

- Okay, it's all right.

God.

- (GROANS)

- All right.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Ow! Sh*t.

- (SIGHS)

- Okay.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

There you go.

Oh, yeah.

That feels good.

Oh, yeah.

(SIGHS)

(RETCHING)

- Stay awake.

- Mm.

- I'm so tired.

- I know, I know.

But I need you to stay with me.

Just...

- let's have a conversation.

- (GROANS)

All we do is converse.

We're like the people

from a Spanish textbook.

Maria and Julio,

they never shut up.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, what am I going to do

without you?

You're gonna take care

of yourself.

You're gonna...

take a shower every day.

You're gonna... floss.

You know, you're gonna

get a pedicure

every once in a while

even though you hate

having your feet touched.

That's so corny.

(CHUCKLES)

Look, we're almost home.

You have a warm bed

and you have three babies.

The creaky stair.

The world's weakest shower.

It's home.

(YAWNS):

Almost there.

(HORN HONKS)

(HORN HONKING RAPIDLY)

(GASPS)

- (HORN BLARING)

- (TIRES SCREECHING)

(LOW WHOOSHING)

(BURBLING)

(MONITOR BEEPING RHYTHMICALLY)

(RAIN FALLING OUTSIDE)

Hi. You are Marlo's husband?

Yeah.

Hi. I'm Drew.

I'm Dr. Smythe. I'm on

the psychiatric staff here.

I'd like to talk

to you about Marlo.

Can we step outside?

Okay.

Does she have a history

of mental illness?

No.

Well...

okay, I mean I guess there was

some pretty bad depression

when our son was born,

but, I-I mean...

i-i-it's completely different

this time.

She's been great.

She's been amazing.

And you know, uh,

her-her brother

sprang for a night nanny,

so she's getting help,

she's getting sleep, she's...

Actually, we think

she's experiencing

extreme exhaustion

and sleep deprivation.

Okay.

I mean, I...

I don't know how.

It seems like she's better

than she's ever been.

I mean, I guess there's been

a couple of moments

that have been

ou-out of character.

Uh...

you know,

I wouldn't ever expect her

to drive drunk

like that, you know,

or leave the house

without telling me

so no one's watching the kids.

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