Waking the Dead Page #2

I never know

how to answer that.

- What the f*** are you playing with?

- Oh, come, come.

- He's kicking a gift horse in the nuts.

- He's a good kid.

Clean as a whistle.

Father's a union man.

All right.

I owe your friend Isaac.

I'll get you to Washington.

By the time you learn to find your ass

without using both hands...

it'll be time

for the regular election...

and if we ain't friends

by then...

that'll be that.

- I gotta go.

- Of course.

It'll all work out.

I'll have my people call you.

All those years.

I want a life

that makes sense.

You're my lover, Fielding.

I have one too.

Sometimes meaningless gestures

are all we have.

Sarah?

I want to apologize

to the people of my district.

I've let them down...

and that's something I'll have to

live with for the rest of my life.

I also want to apologize

to my wife Lorraine...

my two children...

Insiders say the man most likely

to fill the vacant seat...

is a 32-year-old attorney

from the DA's office...

Fielding Pierce,

a bachelor and political unknown.

Governor Kinosis

is expected to announce...

Beware the lonely man

with a telephone.

Hey, is that

my congressman brother?

I guess you heard the news.

Mom and Dad told you?

Are you kidding me?

Mom's already bought

a whole new scrapbook.

Congratulations, honey.

Thanks.

Honey?

- You know what I wish?

- What?

I wish Sarah was here.

I know. I know.

I still miss her too.

It gets better, gets better...

then it's like

it never got better at all.

If you were still with her,

none of this would be happening.

Everything she was would've taken you

away from where you wanted to go.

I know.

I'm starting to pretend

she's alive.

Why would you do that?

I don't know.

It's just happening.

I can feel her around me

in the snow.

Oh, God.

Fielding, don't do this

to yourself.

Oh, no, it's...

I mean, it's...

I don't mind it, really.

It's just interesting, that's all.

No, it isn't, honey.

It's sad.

It's really, really sad.

Dear Fielding...

if you were going off to fight a war,

a good war...

I could write this by candlelight...

weep, and then go to church

and pray for you.

But there 's only one war...

and it's bad...

and though you promise that your ship's

not going near Vietnam...

I keep thinking

your course will change.

It's 3:
00 in the morning...

and I'm needing you...

like a thousand monkeys

on my back.

I'm wearing your black T-shirt.

You were looking all over for it

before you left, but I had it hidden.

I needed something here

that smells of you...

unspeakably delicate...

and innocent.

It amazes me to think that while

I was growing up in Louisville...

you were growing up

in New York.

But our fates had been cast...

and every step we took...

was only bringing us closer...

until we fell into that bed

and you were inside me...

and we both knew...

that we'd come

to the end of the line.

We will never be apart.

We may be

at each other's throats...

or we may be separated

by 5.000 miles...

but we'll never be apart.

So get off that boat.

Get off...

and come home to me.

I need you.

I need you, I need you.

Your girl always...

Sarah.

We may be separated

by 5.000 miles...

but we'll never be apart.

Don't go.

What are you looking for?

I'm definitely going crazy.

It's 3:
00 in the morning...

I'm needing you,

like a thousand monkeys on my back.

How are you?

Every step we took...

was only bringing us closer.

Until we fell into that bed...

andyou were inside me...

and we both knew...

And so I endorse Angelo Bertelli

in this race...

notjust because he's a good man

of and from this district...

but because

he represents a change...

a change, a break...

from machine politics...

machine thinking...

and machine answers.

Great. Great.

First the gay vote,

now half the black vote.

Gotta love a challenge.

Bertelli's a nothing.

He's like...

a write-in candidate.

Besides, I hear

he's an old lecher.

Are you gonna use that?

But maybe we should get married.

I'll run on the morality issue.

You're not ready

to marry anybody.

I was only kidding.

Besides, wouldn't that be awful if

we got married and I lost the election?

What would be so awful about it?

I was just saying that if we got married

for the sake of the election...

and then I lost, that's all.

Why does that

make my stomach hurt?

If I said "let's get married,"

you'd say the same thing.

You're making me feel bad.

Okay.

I'm sorry I said it.

- Looking forward to seeing your family?

- Oh, yeah.

I wish I had more time.

But you don't.

You've got to

hit the ground running.

You've got to start building

a real constituency...

for the next election.

Thanks for everything, Isaac.

Nothing to thank me for.

Right. Right.

And Pinocchio

owed nothing to Geppetto.

Adele asked me

to give you this.

It's a poem she wrote you.

Here.

Oh, thank you.

Your plane takes off

in ten minutes. Go.

- How's Juliet, by the way?

- Oh, she's all right.

Nice girl.

A real lady,

in the best sense.

What's wrong?

Do you ever remember Sarah?

Of course I do.

What do you remember about her?

The funeral.

The reporters.

And the whole thing

sort of drifting away...

like it never even happened.

Yeah.

I miss her so much...

and I can't get away from it.

I could've spent the rest of my life

figuring out what happened to her...

with all that sh*t, and why...

and I just dropped it.

There was nothing you could do.

You had places to go.

What's going on?

I don't know.

All right,

let's go home.

Can I just say something, then we

don't ever have to talk about it again?

Of course.

I want to be good.

You are good.

Maybe you're too good, huh?

I don't know what I am.

I want you to come someplace

with me.

Okay.

Don't you wanna know where?

- I don't think I do.

- Yeah, I think you might.

Tell me where.

An oriental massage parlor.

I don't think so.

Just drop me off at the hotel.

No, listen to me.

I am in love...

with a Korean whore...

and I want you to meet her.

Well, Danny, don't you think

I could meet her somewhere else?

Oh, come on.

Are you so worried about your reputation

that you won't come with your brother...

to meet his girlfriend?

That's nice, Fielding.

Okay.

Look, here's the deal.

These Korean gangsters brought her

over here, promised her a job...

and then threw her

in this whorehouse.

Which you just happened

to patronize.

- Look at you judging me.

- What do you want me to do?

Well, I don't want you

to judge me.

- What do you want me to do?

- Use your influence.

- You can get her a green card.

- Oh, get the f*** out of here!

I'm not running for office so I can

get your friend a goddamn green card.

My "friend"?

This isn't...

She's not my friend, Fielding.

This happens to be

the woman I love.

You f***in' think it's so inappropriate,

but it happens to be the woman I love.

Remember what Sarah used to say?

Sarah Williams.

You do remember Sarah, don't you?

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