You're Not You Page #4

Ooh!

Ooh, yeah!

Uh-huh, that's it.

Hit it, girl.

Yeah. Go on, girl.

Come on, girl, get it.

- You seeing this?

- Hell, yeah, I see you.

Sh*t, yeah.

Yeah, you heard right.

Sh*t, sh*t, damn.

Sh*t, damn, damn.

Sh*t, damn, sh*t, damn,

damn, damn, sh*t.

F***.

We done lost her now.

Hey, Kate, it's me, Evan.

Can you please

just call me back?

Just call me back.

I just wanna hear your voice,

alright?

Just let me know

that you're okay.

Has anyone here

actually met Dirty Barry?

Because I haven't

and I am here a lot.

I'm not waiting for you,

of course.

It's just I have

lots of things to do.

But uh, I'm Wil.

We uh, we spent a night

together, an evening.

"Bill" Wil, remember? Hi.

I remember, sort of. Hi.

Hi. I'm uh... I'm Wil.

- Kate.

- Kate.

Are you always such a gentleman?

Oh, no. I'm actually just trying

to make a good impression

So you'll tell your friend

to go out with me again.

How do you know Bec?

Uh... Ah, best sex of my life.

- Hey, okay, hi.

- And now she won't call me back.

Shame on you, Bec.

Apologize at once and go out

with this fine young man.

Your friend is very wise.

She also happens to be my boss,

so she doesn't wanna hear

about our time together.

So, are you playing tonight?

- No.

- Why not?

'Cause there's only so much

failure and humiliation a person can take.

Well, here's the thing, Bec,

um, I heard you sing a couple of notes

before you had your accident

that night that we...

that we met.

And if I can name any song

in three notes -

which I can, by the way -

I can name a good singer in two.

And you're a really good singer.

So...

So... Wil...

No.

Stop. I know

what you're thinking.

He's just...

- He's not...

- What? The one?

Trust me, from someone who

got the one, it's overrated.

Okay. It's my life to screw

up as I see fit. Okay?

Okay.

But...

he's really cute.

You know, right around

the time that I met Evan...

...there was this guy -

Harwick Windsor.

He was a musician.

He came over to my house,

and he stood on my porch

with a guitar...

...and he played a song

that he'd written for me.

And when it was finished,

he looked at me the way nobody has

ever looked at me...

Why is it that... we want

the ones that don't see us...

...instead of the ones

that do?

- Okay.

- Now lipstick.

- This one?

- Hm. Too loud.

For you.

It's gonna be fine.

- Excuse me.

- Kate, hi.

- You look gorgeous.

- You too.

- So glad you came.

- Me too.

Hey, Taylor.

Come here, honey.

Mm. Hey, Taylor.

Look at the beautiful present

Auntie Kate brought you.

Didn't your mommy ever teach you

it's not polite to stare?

Bec.

So nice to see you, Kate.

How you feeling?

- Good.

- Good.

Kate, there you are!

Hey, pretty girl, there's

someone I need you to meet.

Oh.

Hi.

- She's beautiful.

- Say hi to your Auntie Kate.

- Say hi.

- Can I hold her?

Okay.

Aw, there you go.

She looks just like you.

I think she looks

like her daddy.

I read that babies look like their daddies

when they're born,

so their daddies don't run...

Okay, okay, okay.

I got her, I got her.

Just breathe. Take it slow.

I told you

this wasn't a good idea.

- Is she okay?

- It's gonna be okay. Just breathe.

Now we know why Kate

was invited.

I needed to see you.

You've lost weight.

She says you look like sh*t.

You've lost weight.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe a little.

I'm not ready to see you, Evan.

- She's not ready to see you.

- Okay.

I just want you to know

I never saw her again.

What are you looking for?

A medal?

No-one gives a sh*t

about your sex life, Evan.

You're not you. You're me.

It's not about Cynthia.

It never was.

She says it wasn't

about Cynthia.

It was never about her.

- It's about being invisible.

- Feeling invisible.

- I love you.

- And she says she loves you.

- Take care of yourself.

- And to take care.

I miss him.

I miss... me.

- Hey.

- Us.

Kate.

I shouldn't have asked

to hold it.

- The baby?

- Yeah.

No, the baby's fine, Kate.

I know, but my arms.

I tried...

I tried to catch her.

- Did you hear her scream?

- She wasn't screaming, she was crying.

Babies cry.

That's what they do.

I wanted a baby...

...so bad.

I wanted to travel.

I wanted to play music.

Now it's too late.

I have so much inside.

Nothing comes out.

Tell me what you want

to come out.

I wanna... I wanna scream.

I just, I wanna...

scream.

Do you think we'll get invited

back to the party next year?

Six months ago, you were breathing

at a 64 per cent capacity.

Now it's 43.

Are you wearing

your BiPAP at night?

No.

I don't like it.

It makes me feel like

I'm suffocating.

Well, look, Kate, it's gonna

get harder and harder

for you to get oxygen

into your lungs.

Soon, we'll be looking at

a permanent ventilator.

But when she's on the

machine, can she even talk?

I never did this.

Did what?

Nothing.

I think that's what's wrong

with my life.

I didn't know

this was doing nothing.

I know you trust him and all,

but he didn't mention even

one of the experimental drugs

they're testing right now.

Don't do that.

- Do what?

- What all the others do.

Pretend.

I know it's not my place,

because... I'm not the one

who has this thing, but...

...please don't give up.

That's the thing

about giving up.

You don't realize you've

done it until it's too late.

Like music.

I didn't suddenly stop.

I started playing less and less.

Until I wasn't playing anymore.

And it also just didn't fit

with... everything.

Evan-everything?

Did you ever give up

on something big?

Besides life, singing, school,

pleasing my parents, love?

No, no, no.

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

So this is how it goes.

It's Christmas at my mother's,

New Years Eve at Alyssa's,

and a very traditional

Thanksgiving at Keely's.

Personally, I'd rather staple

my tits to a burning building

than have Christmas

or Thanksgiving at Keely's.

- You know what?

- Hm?

Me, too.

- Honey, that's Jill's date.

- Right.

Okay.

A toast to friends -

old, new...

Reluctantly invited.

My guest. Not reluctant.

Like... I was saying...

to friends, old and new,

but most of all, to Kate.

Who's the bravest, toughest,

coolest, chick I know.

- Thank you.

- To Kate.

To Kate.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Boy, you ain't got no game.

Go ask her to dance.

Would you care to dance?

Sure.

It's Brazilian.

You ever wish you weren't just watching

moments like this?

Oh, I'm not just watching.

I feel it.

Feel life more than

I ever felt it before.

How come you never ask me

to translate for Kate?

I read lips.

- Nice try.

- It's true.

- What's that mean?

- Uh, my older brother is deaf.

- You just said something pervy.

- No, I didn't.

What did you say? Come on.

I said...

maybe one day

you'll stop punishing me

for liking you as much as I do.

I should start cleaning up.

Surprise.

Happy Thanksgiving to you...

What are you doing here?

- You know why I'm here.

- You're drunk.

- Just a little bit.

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