Twogether Page #4

- Stop it, stop it!

F*** you!

I hate this.

[Mark giggling]

John?!

This is f***ing wonderful!

Why haven't you

shown me this before?!

Well, I...

I just wasn't ready

to go public with it...

Yet.

You're leaving

a mark on him.

I'm trying not to.

I see a change.

It's for the better.

your

So, uh, I understand you

moved here from Bel Aire.

Yeah...

It's a short ride.

You don't happen to have

a twin sister, would ya?

[both laugh]

No, no....

I had a brother that...

You don't have to.

- No, it's no--

It's okay.

He died.

[instrumental version

of "Silent Night" plays ]

I think you guys are brave.

I couldn't have a kid.

All this sh*t going

on out there...

What kinda world is it for

a kid to come into anyway,

you know?

To the baby!

[altogether]

To the baby!!

[female radio interviewer]

This is Cheryl Harvey

reporting.

"John" Wolfgang Amadeus

Madler is from Iowa

and graduated UC, Berkeley.

His father taught art at the

local community college

and his mother was head

of the high school

music department.

He is considered one

of the leading young artists

in the Venice colony.

[John]

I try not to think too much

about what I do.

Sometimes I feel that

thinking is anti-art.

The process that

I'm involved with

is about feelings...

freeze-drying them,

in a sense.

So that they're preserved...

Locked in time, as it were...

Forever.

[screaming

and breathing heavily]

I'm scared!

Oh God, my face is red!

It's red, I'm flushed with it!

What if something's

wrong with it?!

It's gonna be horrible!

It's gonna be a monster!

What do you want?

What do you want?!

Can you give me

anything that I want?

What do you need?

What do you need?

I, I don't wanna feel

worthless or purposeless!

I don't wanna feel guilty!

Tell me what you

can't give me!

Tell me!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No!

It's okay.

I need to be forgiven.

For what?

For killing another one!

No, this is a permanent deal.

It's not part of the deal.

It's not allowed!

Tell me anyway.

Okay.

[catching breath]

Okay.

His name was Donald.

And we met in school.

At college,

and I got pregnant

and I had an

abortion and um...

and he crashed

his motorcycle.

And he died.

You don't wanna know this,

do you?

You want me to know?

I don't know.

I wanna know why

it can't be easy, though.

It just isn't.

Never is, babe.

You're leaving soon,

aren't you?

Yeah.

Tell me.

Some island.

South seas maybe.

[John exhales sharply]

I'm gonna find me a piece

of unspoiled paradise.

And I'm probably gonna be

the last one to use it up.

If the baby is all right...

Will you love it?

I need to create something

that I can give

myself credit for.

I need to create something

that I attract credit

from myself for.

Danger is that...

You have to worry about

losing something

once you have it.

[ominous soundtrack ]

[no audible dialogue]

[]

[John narrating]

The last month was a blur.

We didn't know

anything anymore,

and stopped trying.

The thing that took

over was primitive.

An existence on the edge

with just the imperative

of getting to the delivery.

We stopped talking about

what was about to happen.

We became suspended,

locked in a vacuum.

And we knew that

anything and everything

that would follow,

was completely and utterly

out of our control.

Let me have $50 dollars

worth of lottery tickets.

You pick 'em.

[Allison yelling]

Okay Allison, come on now.

Let's push,

A little harder now.

You can do it.

Come on.

A little harder.

Okay, come on.

A little more.

One more push and I think

we're gonna have the baby.

[Allison screaming]

- Good!

The head is out, don't push.

Just breathe now.

Just breathe.

[panting]

This is it, this is it.

Come on!

[Allison screaming]

[baby crying]

A beautiful girl!

Honey, it's a girl.

How can you tell?

Dr. Uzi told me.

He's got a lot of experience

with these kinds of things.

What does she look like?

Weird, kinda like a rat.

Like her dad.

Really?

Hi.

Hi...

[baby crying]

Oh look.

Hi!

Yes!!

[car engine stalling]

Come on, come on,

come on!

[breathing heavily]

[Paul]

We have gathered in

celebration of death.

And in so doing,

in celebration of life.

For life and death are one.

Even as the river

flows to the sea,

life moves forward and does

not tarry with yesterday.

And the life before us

beckons to great glory

as the only memorial

that is fitting and just.

To everything,

there is a season.

And a time to every

purpose under heaven.

A time to be born,

and a time to die.

A time to get,

and a time to lose.

Let us seek Helen Madler

in ourselves.

In the patterns of our minds

and memories.

In the shape of a world made

a little different by her,

in the very rhythm

of our heart of hearts.

To Jennifer!

[altogether]

To Jennifer!

[John]

Love to dance, baby.

Yeah, that's a good girl.

You like to dance.

No, don't come around here!

I'm not coming around there.

Why are you laughing?

I wanna know why

you're laughing.

I wasn't laughing.

- Yes you were!

No I wasn't.

- Yes you were.

No I wasn't,

I was giggling.

Oh uh, okay, you

were giggling, fine.

Why were you giggling?

Because of you.

Well I think it had something

to do with me.

'Cause you just suddenly

looked so silly.

So silly.

- You're weird.

You have a weird mom.

You have a weirdo

for a mommy.

Don't tell her that!

Don't tell her that, no!

She's weird.

No, don't tell her that.

- She's a weird little--

Your dad can't help the way

that he talks to you.

You just bring out the boy

in him, don't you?

Oh I see,

it's a conspiracy, huh?

Hey, don't!

You said you wouldn't look!

I lied.

It's remarkable.

- You're lying.

I don't know much,

but I know this...

It's nothing, it's just--

- Free...

Simple...

Unconfused...

Honest...

- It's nothing!

It's everything!

[baby cries out]

Baby, oh,

I'm sorry, sweetie.

It's okay.

Oh, I know...

[baby crying]

Hi!

You're a dad?

Well, I've been called

a lot of things...

And I am a lot

of things, but...

Ow!

It would be a total inaccuracy

if you refer to me as a dad.

I sired me

some babies, though.

Well, so you're just the studly

type then?

You're just...

the love 'em and

leave 'em type, huh?

Yeah, I guess

you could say that.

I never been very good at

staying around in one place,

though.

- No, don't pull it!

Doesn't it scare you

to be alone?

Ow!

Yeah.

Sorry.

Don't do that.

But uh...

I think I like the fear.

Makes me feel alive,

you know?

Makes me feel constantly on

the verge of discovering...

Ooh, oh!

- ...what's next.

Don't do that.

Sick, huh?

- No...

I couldn't live

like that, though.

[doorbell rings]

Sh*t.

Wanna keep an eye

on Jennifer for me?

You bet...it would be

my extreme pleasure.

Stop crying.

- Hello there, sugar.

Hello, sugar booger.

You smell funny.

Yes?

Your father and I were

concerned about you.

Why?

Because you're

our daughter.

Well that's never given you

reason enough for concern,

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