We Don't Live Here Anymore Page #3

- Hey, let's go.

- It's mine!

- Mommy!

- You guys, have a great time.

"His professional duties and the whole

arrangement of his life and family...

...might all have been false."

"He tried to defend all those things

to himself...

...and suddenly felt the weakness

of what he was defending.

There was nothing to defend."

Boring.

Jim.

- Everything in his life turns out false?

- Doesn't do much about it.

Doesn't do much? He finds God.

That tiny bit at the end? Seeing a light

and there being no more pain? Is that it?

Well, the guy does do one major thing.

- What's that?

- He dies.

And maybe Tolstoy didn't have it in his

head to write some big, uplifting story...

...about the way we're supposed

to live our lives.

Maybe he just wanted to show us

what it was like to die.

This is traumatic.

Reading your stuff, I see little things

wrong here and there, easy to fix.

And I am noticing, all of a sudden...

...that most of you can write

just as well as me.

It's very depressing.

What happened?

There's a first half of a story here

that really starts to work...

...then just:

What?

You gonna tell me you ran out of things

to write about? I won't believe you.

I lost focus towards the end.

My boyfriend just moved in...

- Your boyfriend?

- I just mean that...

I just wanna talk about

what's on the page.

- Sorry.

- Are you kidding?

All right.

Just this stuff.

F***.

HD-Grant

Publishing

Can I get my highlighter, please?

Linden.

My mother sent some money,

you wanna celebrate?

- Yeah. Soon.

- Okay.

- Tomorrow?

- Good.

He wants to meet me, tell me how much

he likes it, but he doesn't wanna publish it?

Who needs that?

Look, tell him to publish the damn thing,

I'll move into his house and do his laundry.

God. Who's depressed?

I'm not depressed.

Bye, Jerry. F***.

All you need is one yes.

- Where you going?

- I have to do some shopping.

- You taking Sharon?

- No. She's outside playing.

Christ, Edith, I was gonna write.

So write. She's outside playing.

- Where are you going?

- To the library. I'll be back at 4.

- Since when?

- Since I have work to do.

- What work?

- Work.

- All right. Give me 50 bucks.

- Why?

F*** why. So I can fly to California.

So I can pay the goddamn plumber.

You blew through

Monday's money already?

I can't believe this.

Yeah, my heroin habit's getting expensive.

Give it to me!

Give it back!

Give it to me.

Give it back.

- Give it to me.

- Hey!

You guys wanna see something?

He thinks it's sh*t.

Pretty cool, huh?

- I hate her.

- No, you don't.

She's your life.

- You really love Terry, don't you?

- Yeah.

- I think she's fantastic.

- She is fantastic.

She just shouldn't be married to me.

- Hey, you want some coffee or anything?

- No, I'm great. Thanks.

I went to the zoo last week with Sharon.

- That's a depressing place.

- Yeah, I know.

But...

...we were watching this gorilla.

He took a crap in his hand

and then he licked it.

It's a bit more interesting

than the flamingos, I guess.

Made me cry.

I told you it's a depressing place.

He just seemed so human, you know?

Like he knew how trapped he was.

Do you realize how sad it is,

watching you guys?

What do you think the difference is

between you and us?

Terry loves you.

So you married?

- Thirty years.

- Wow.

- Got kids?

- Two. They're married now.

Does your wife take an interest

in your job, I mean...

...does she know everything

about plumbing?

No, not at all. Nothing.

What does she do?

She likes to garden. It makes her happy.

Did I say something wrong?

You make me a good wife.

If I didn't love you,

I'd have to love somebody else.

See, Hank needs us, but...

...he can't really love anyone,

only his work, the rest is surface.

I don't believe that.

I don't mean his friendship with you.

He'd give you a kidney if you needed one.

- Yeah, and he'd give you one too.

- Of course he would...

...but he wouldn't go

to a marriage counselor.

You know, you're a funny girl.

After a long carnivorous f***,

you talk about a marriage counselor?

Who are you?

You know what I wanted.

I wanted to know where we were.

- Now I know.

- And?

You love the person you're having

the affair with.

He'll be busting out soon. Trust me.

I know the routine.

He's been hibernating

with that novel so long.

Next thing you know,

he'll look around and blink...

...and f*** the first thing

that walks into his office.

I hope someone goes in there

before I do.

Well, he screws his wife once in a while.

Why not another man?

And your husband making passes

at my wife, how do you feel about that?

Well, everybody deserves

to be happy, right?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey.

How'd the work go?

Burned my novel, wrote a shitty poem.

How'd the shopping go?

Fine.

Get your work done at the library?

Yep.

Hank and Edith are coming over

to watch an old movie on cable tonight.

Great. That's good.

- Hank called?

- Yeah. He called.

What? Lobsters?

Oh, she's beautiful.

There's no denying that.

But you know she does nothing all day

but eat, sleep, walk about...

...fascinate us all by her beauty.

Nothing more.

And an idle life cannot be...

...pure.

Hello?

Hey. Hey!

Hello.

Hey. Hi, guys. What's going on?

- We're celebrating.

- Well, I can see that.

Hank?

The New Yorker's gonna publish

one of my poems.

What? That's fantastic! How exciting!

What did Edith say?

I haven't had a chance to tell Edith.

She's out shopping.

You don't seem very excited.

- I am.

- Yeah, what do you know?

Hank, people who know you

like your work.

You're being published.

It doesn't get much better than that.

It's a poem, Terry.

It's really not that important.

No, Hank, it isn't.

You want important, work in a cancer

ward with people puking from chemo.

Or teach math to a kid who's

brain-damaged from fetal alcohol syndrome.

No, those people generally

aren't that much fun to be around.

Okay. All right.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Pulling my head out of my butt.

How about a spoonful of this...

..."dream come true" jumbo split?

I'd rather eat vomit. Gotta fly.

Hey.

Do me a favor and don't tell Jack, all right?

Allow me the joy of gloating.

You'll see him before I will.

You guys are running, right?

Are we?

Oh, yeah, yeah. We are indeed.

- Okay. Bye, honey.

- See you.

- Hi.

- Terry's turning over leaves.

She said her life had reached

a turning point. She said she would work.

She would start right now

by paying for being a slob.

For three days after, she made the beds

as soon as we got up in the morning.

She folded the laundry by 10.

She vacuumed by noon.

She wrote lists of chores

for the rest of us.

Then on the fourth day...

...her momentum suddenly stopped.

So?

So then I checked his gym bag,

and the clothes were folded and clean.

He didn't even go running,

he f***ing lied to me.

So confront him.

Can't you ask Hank?

- Do you want me to ask Hank?

- Yes.

Sh*t. I don't even know.

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