With Honors Page #5

Hey, Simon, are you okay? What can I do?

I'm fine.

Now that I've taught at Harvard, boy...

...it's all downhill from here.

Court.

Do you think Debby is a seductive

Pinot Noir, or a nutty Cabernet?

Debby. What happened to Helga?

I love them both.

When'll you realize women are more

than just fermented grape juice?

When'll you realize men are more

than just pieces of meat?

The day I become a vegetarian.

Listen, it's supposed to go

below zero tonight.

Is it okay if he sleeps in the cellar tonight?

- Sure.

- No problem.

No problem.

There's a big problem.

I am sick of paying my share of....

Paying extra to live with a rooster

and a bum, while I want to study.

Bring him inside the house and I leave.

Me and my share of the rent.

Then leave.

I'm serious.

Are you going to cover my rent?

I'd love to help you out, but I'm broke.

My old man cut me off.

Not that I ever want to see Jeff leave.

Ever!

- No problem.

- Just take one portion, okay? Just one.

You sh*t!

- He's a human being.

- Don't give me that!

You just want your thesis.

You care about him.

Take him to a shelter!

Jesus Christ!

Here!

- I'm just practicing.

- It's not a funny joke.

Who said it was a joke?

Where's the blanket I gave you?

I loaned it to a friend.

In this cold?

What are friends for?

I'll get you another one.

I wish this thing's heater worked.

Me too. Then my life would be perfect.

Well...

...I'll double my normal payment...

...for a little spot in the cellar.

The cellar's flooded and....

I'd put you in the living room

but Jeff's parents might come over tonight.

Sure, I know.

I know.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking, ''Why am n here

and he's out there. ''

I've never seen you like this.

You look like you're

about to burst into tears.

Don't hold your breath.

''You lied again, Harvard. Deal's off.''

Stop!

Sh*t!!

Separation anxiety from your cast.

I thought it'd go a lot quicker with it off,

but I can't concentrate!

I can't print out. I can't even read!

I'll never get this done.

It's not your problem.

Really. What is my problem.

You miss him!

Don't be ridiculous.

Gorky.

Stupid bird!!

Good morning. Are you awake?

Everett, come and get your rooster!

Close your eyes.

All right, no peeking.

Nope. No peeking.

Open your eyes.

Merry Christmas.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Merry Christmas.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Gorky, I want you to take good care

of Lord Montague...

...while we're away on Christmas break.

Are you sleepy?

Let's just tuck you in there.

Now, give me a kiss. Come on.

Give me a kiss goodbye. Sh*t!

Oh, my God.

I really hate this rooster.

Merry Christmas.

How's the ankle?

Good.

So, I guess you'll be racing me soon.

I don't think I'll ever really catch up to you.

Court, come on, let's go.

Bye, Monty.

Merry Christmas!

Happy New Year!

I'll be right there.

Why don't you come home with me?

See the Big Apple.

Let my four brothers beat you up.

I don't think I'd be good company.

I know that.

It's just that the maid has off

for the holidays and...

...we could use someone to do

a little light cleaning.

Nothing big!

Some floor-to-ceiling windows

that should sparkle for the holidays.

What about your boyfriend?

Isn't three a crowd?

The Face?

He won't be there. I don't bring sex home.

Right, I forgot.

Listen, I'd love to make

your windows sparkle, but...

...I gotta work.

Courtney, come on!

If anything changes,

just give me a call, okay?

Merry Christmas!

Hi, Mom. It's me. I'm fine.

I'm really disappointed too.

I've just got too much work to do.

It's too expensive.

No, Mom.

I'll call you on Christmas morning, okay?

I love you.

Do you love me, Gorky?

Gorky.

Are you and Everett sleeping together?

I thought so.

I'm talking to a chicken.

Are you Harvard?

- That's my blanket.

- It's Simon's.

He gave it to me for keeping this safe.

I'm to give this to you and a message.

But first he said you'd give me

something to eat.

Said it shouldn't be roughage.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

I was having a sandwich.

Ham and cheese, okay?

With mustard.

So, what's the message?

Don't you want this?

Simon said you think Christ died for this!

Just leave it on the table.

So, what's his message?

Here!

I gotta get this right.

Now this is Simon Wilder's message here.

''You shall no longer take things

at second or third hand.

''Nor look through the eyes of the dead.

''Nor feed on the specters in books.

''You shall not look through my eyes either,

or take things from me.

''You shall listen to all sides...

''...and filter them from yourself.''

That's it.

I did it perfect.

Why didn't he come himself? Is he okay?

He's fine.

Where is he?

He doesn't want to see you.

I don't want to bother him but...

...I want to make sure

that he has some place to stay.

As long as you understand,

he doesn't want to see you.

I'm supposed to say

he's at St. Peter's church shelter.

Is that a good shelter?

Yeah. It's just great.

Well, good.

Good.

Hello. Where's the men's shelter?

Shelter? Here?

There's no shelter here.

- You sure?

- I've worked here 32 years. I should know.

Closest thing to a shelter around here

is over there in the alley.

Thank you.

Leave that alone!

- What do you think you're doing?

- I'm taking you to the hospital.

- No, no hospital. No hospitals!

- You're sick.

Listen, you've got to promise me.

No matter what happens...

...no hospitals.

Simon, you're sick!

No lies!

Just promise.

Promise, damn it!!

Okay, I promise.

All right!

You're awake.

Breakfast.

Eat up!

You are seeing a doctor this afternoon.

Is this your room?

No, this is Boz's room. But...

...it's your room now.

Here!

What's this for?

The door.

You can come and go as you please.

No wild parties. I got work to do.

My lungs, Harvard.

But I'll be okay in a couple of days.

Was it smoking. Is that what happened.

Smoking? No.

Asbestos.

It was in the shipyards in Baltimore,

and it was on the merchant ship too.

We breathed it when we were

building them and when sailed in them.

And they knew it.

They also knew that it would take

20 years to kill you.

That's why you quit.

My lungs quit.

I didn't quit!

I couldn't work.

They fired me.

Try and get some rest.

Wait a second.

You got your thesis back now,

so what's our deal.

We don't need a deal.

We have to have a deal, Harvard.

I gotta pay my own way.

How'll you manage that?

Don't you know anything

about government at all, boy.

I'm entitled to disability benefits!

I think it's about time I kissed and made up

with my good old Uncle Sammy.

Thanks, Harvard.

I assume your father told you

about his condition.

He's not my father. He's a friend.

He said asbestos did it to him!

Asbestosis.

That's right.

Mr. Wilder was exposed many years ago.

The lungs can't expel the fibers and...

...he's in the final stages.

You mean, it isn't treatable at all.

There's no treatment at any stage.

Basically, the lungs can't take in air.

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