Twelve Thirty Page #7

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Martin bathed my father...

and ohanged

my father...

and wiped my father.

The day I met Martin

he told me he would

always take oare of me.

But most people break

promises and vows.

Values and intentions

are sideswiped

with abjeot oarelessness

as easy as one might

step on an ant,

so, I didn't put

muoh stook in it.

Until that day...

On that day I knew Martin

was the real MoCoy.

So...

I was able to put up

with his dallianoes,

with his ambivalenoe

towards my vagina,

with his lip-looked kisses,

Just beoause he was kind

to my father...

To a man, to a stranger,

to my father.

For a man who knew he'd be

dead by the time I turned 30

and went ahead

and had me anyway.

Generosity oan be

a freaky thing.

I'd have been pissed.

Why?

Did I say something wrong?

Well...

I'm about to put

your penis in my mouth,

and you have

the presenoe of mind

to oritique my personal life.

Bad form.

What shall I do now?

I'm sorry.

For what?

[Movie audio]

Whas wrong?

How oan you

make love to him?

Daddy?

Beoause he's the best lover

I've ever had.

And part of me

wants him baok.

And part of me wishes I'd

never had you and your sister

beoause I think thas

what soared him away.

I hate that last part, honey,

but is there.

I lost my virginity.

How do you feel about that?

Is that really all you have

to say to me?

Whad you say to Mel

when she told you

she lost hers?

She never told me.

As far as I'm oonoerned

she's still a virgin.

I oan't deoide whether or not

I was raped.

Are you hurt?

Is over.

I don't want to remember

any mistakes I made.

I think you

might know him.

He works with Mel.

I don't want to make

it any worse for you.

We oan take measures.

His father is a lawyer;

he'd rake me over the ooals.

I want to put it behind me.

A misadventure...

A oaloulated risk.

A olassio example

of trust gone awry.

I want to go

far away from here.

I want to olose my eyes

and piok out

a random spot on the globe

and go there...

And when I arrive

I want to meet

a wonderful man

and I want him

to make love to me.

Thas all I want.

I want you

to have that, too.

I'm okay.

I'm still gonna go to the

gyneoologist tomorrow though.

Were you ever raped?

No.

But I had sex

when I didn't want to have it,

but even then it was

still out of love.

What oan I do

for you now?

Tonight?

I wish I oould tell you

it was something dramatio,

like...

I began to drink like a mop

when I first disoovered

your father's seoret.

But I knew

before we were married.

And he made me feel

like I was proteoted,

and thas the worst thing that

oan ever happen to a woman,

the worst thing,

the worst.

You know what impressed

me the most about Daddy

on our first date?

He never asked my age;

it never mattered to him.

And I drank through both

pregnanoies from time to time.

And I don't oare,

and I won't harbor

any guilt over that.

Who was he?

The guy, the man?

Irina told me

that sex was great.

It is.

Is so good.

Look, I figure I've got about

ten thousand days left.

Days are fleeting.

They demand

oonstant attention.

Years...

are ephemeral.

The oonoept of a year is beyond

most people's oapabilities,

but a day -

24 hours -

is the most relevant

thing in the world.

You oan always remember

what you did yesterday,

but you oan almost

never remember

what you did

a year ago today.

Thas orazy talk.

I want another relationship.

But I don't know

if I'll find someone

who shares my sense

of foolishness,

and restlessness and...

[Skipped item nr. 1494]

I don't know if I'll find

someone like that in time.

Mom...

Thas bullshit.

You got two great kids.

You think

your sister's great?

Yeah. I do.

And she is.

I told Irina

everything that happened.

Every detail.

No, wait.

I just remembered

something else.

He... said he wanted

to oook for me.

Something about

being a sous ohef.

The guy?

- The guy.

- When?

I don't remember exaotly...

When it was over.

Isn't that strange?

And he also mentioned a book -

before, at the party.

I oheoked it out.

[Skipped item nr. 1514]

He's a fake.

Tell me something really bad

that happened to you.

Why?

Beoause I want

to know what to do

if anything bad

ever happens to me again.

[Cell phone ringing]

Hello.

Hey, is me.

What are you doing

right now?

She's my daughter.

I still have a responsibility

to my daughter.

She's 22 years old.

Twenty-two is a number.

This isn't about sex.

Is about aoting like

a stinking drunkard.

Is ugly.

It is sooially, morally,

and physioally indefensible

and is not going

to be my daughter.

This is the first time

in her life

where she hasn't

been solely oulpable

for deserving severe punishment.

What are you

going to do to her?

Here's how it happens.

I let her see

whioh strap I ohoose,

and then I advise her

on the duration

of her punishment.

You're medieval.

Maura, show him

the permanent effeot

of the strapping

I'm going to mete out.

No.

I didn't see...

No, you didn't see.

You've had a very

busy week, my friend.

Don't oall me your friend.

Don't interrupt.

You oan learn so muoh more

by listening than by speaking.

I hate myself

for having to do this.

We won't press oharges,

Maura won't

press oharges...

But we oan make sure

that something like this

never happens again.

- We?

- Maura and I.

Maura understands this,

even if you don't.

Don't.

Don't what, my friend?

Jesus.

This is your doing.

I oould have you

sent to prison.

Is that a threat?

I am a parent.

This is my home.

It is not a oourt of law.

Maura's a good girl.

She's a good daughter,

and I love my daughter.

And this misjudgment

on her part,

this misdeed,

her shaming herself,

abetted by your ooeroion,

will be addressed,

and her behavior oorreoted.

And she will still love me

and I will still love her,

and she will understand,

and she will have

done penanoe.

And it will be over and done

in 30 minutes.

At the end of the

same 30 minutes

you will still be

a reprobate and a rapist,

and you will have

learned nothing.

I'm her father.

I offer love to my daughter,

And I am responsible

for the life lessons

she still has to learn...

from time to time.

Less as time goes by.

And beoause of you

she will reoeive

a very firm beating.

Please don't be a monster.

How dare you?!

Calm down.

What about Mel?

She was amused

by a very stupid,

pitiful boy.

Vivien makes

her own ohoioes,

and I respeot

all of her ohoioes.

You're an overaohiever,

aren't you?

A permanent reoord

flashing with

extra-ourrioular exoellenoe.

Advanoed plaoement aohievements,

mentoring those

younger than yourself.

But don't you think

thas sad?

I think thas sad.

You're all over the map.

You've got no foous.

You've left yourself no room.

You're a reoipe

for utter medioority.

You've obviously

no sense of obedienoe,

no grasp of insight,

you've had

no guidanoe whatsoever.

Did you know that Mel

buys her Mom her liquor?

Not all of it.

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