You're Not You Page #5
- I don't wanna do this anymore.
You know, I think you say that
because you think it
makes the sex hotter.
Which it does.
Go home, now, to your wife.
Come on. Now.
To your wife.
Come on. I want you.
I know you want me.
Oh, come on. I miss you.
You can have... everything.
Everything.
Just don't let me
end up like that.
Please.
I can't die in a hospital,
strapped to a machine.
I'm not condoning
what he did. It was wrong.
But for God's sake,
it's time to forgive him.
Men cheat. It happens.
But she didn't have to
blow up his whole life.
I mean, blow up all our lives.
So, why'd you want me
to come here?
You want me to apologize
for her inconveniencing you?
Okay, you clearly
don't like me very much.
Which is fine because I don't
really like you either.
Alyssa...
- So are you in the will yet?
- Alyssa!
She can't expect
to come out of nowhere
and for people not to
question her intentions.
- Wait.
- I mean, we were her friends first.
Alyssa, shut up.
Look, just tell her
that we love her.
And that we miss her.
And that we're here.
You will not believe what I...
- Who's this?
- Rachel.
give you a break some time.
Okay.
- So you don't cook or clean?
- Yes, absolutely...
- Any experience with ALS?
- Not specifically...
- She's worked with disabled people.
- But not ALS?
- No.
- We'll be in touch.
We'll be in touch.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
I'm sorry I didn't
discuss it with you.
- I get it.
- It's not to take over.
No, I get it.
Actually, I don't get it.
- What's going on?
- You have school...
your music.
I'm worried I'm asking too much.
Have you ever heard me complain?
Have you? I'm fine.
Hey.
Hi.
So I've uh...
I've been thinking
about us a lot.
And I could have been
more patient.
You know, I thought
that I was at the time,
but I really wasn't.
And I'm sure there's
9,000 other things
that I could've done better,
too.
You should know
that it wasn't...
...it wasn't just sex. Okay.
It was...
I just needed...
I just needed to touch someone
without hurting 'em, that's all.
But I just want you to know
that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Do you remember...
when we re-met after UT?
Yeah. At your concert, yeah.
And afterwards,
we went to 300 Houston
and drank Martinis.
Yeah.
That night,
I could see in your eyes...
...that you didn't see me
for who I was.
- Kate, that's not...
- But...
...then again...
...I wanted to be
the woman you saw.
So... it wasn't just you.
We did this.
You want me to go up and down
or around and around?
- Hey.
- Hey.
Brace yourself.
Your parents are here.
- What the hell?
- They're outside.
They came by the apartment
and... Merry Christmas.
Yeah.
- I didn't know you were coming.
- We left you five messages.
- Didn't you check them?
- Of course, Mom.
Come on in.
Dad.
Wanna cut the evening short?
I can make a pass at your mom.
This is Kate.
Merry Christmas.
I'm Elizabeth...
and this is Bruce.
Nice to meet you.
Would you like to stay
for dinner?
She wants to know if you want
to stay for dinner?
Oh... thank you.
I'm sure I can
whip something up.
I got it.
Oh, that's right.
I cook now, Mom.
Lasagna's in the oven.
So, are you actually
living here now?
Your wife sounds like Bec.
What's in the back?
Your wife's voice
sounds like Bec.
One... One more time.
When your father and I didn't hear
from you for a couple of weeks...
or get a tuition bill
for a couple of months...
Can we talk about this later?
...I decided
to finally call the college.
I was gonna call you.
Oh, really? When were you
gonna call me,
and let me know that you had
decided to drop out?
No.
Leave it.
I'm just taking some time off.
Rebecca, you spend more time
taking time off
than you do in college.
What are you doing here?
If you're actually
asking me a question,
But if this is just another one
of your ways to put me down,
by all means...
Answer it.
Something good.
I'm helping another human being.
No, Rebecca, my darling,
you're not.
What you are doing is exactly
what you've done your entire life.
You're focusing all of your
energy, all of your time,
on something
that is doomed to fail.
That poor, poor woman
And when she is gone,
where does that leave you?
With no future, no degree, and
no means of supporting yourself.
Nothing.
Merry Christmas to you, too,
Mom.
Come back in here, Rebecca.
I am not done talking to you.
- Rebecca, you come back in here.
- Sh*t.
Why didn't you tell me
you dropped out?
Please, Kate, I've already had, and lost,
this fight once today.
Your mother is right.
My mother has never been right
about anything in my entire life.
- I am going to die.
- With that attitude.
It's not an attitude, Bec.
It's a fact.
There are experimental drugs.
- If your doctor would...
- I want you to move out.
That's ridiculous.
- Who'll take care of you?
- I'll call my mother.
Your mother who lives
an hour away,
who hasn't been here to visit
you once since I've been here?
I'm not gonna let someone else
ruin their life because of my illness.
I didn't tell you about
school because I...
Like you didn't tell me about having
an affair with a married professor.
You've been damning Evan.
What's the difference
between you and Cynthia?
I'm dying and his wife isn't?
F*** you.
F*** you.
You wanna die,
and you know I won't let you,
and that's what this is about.
I'm outta here.
Look at you.
Oh, my family's home.
Hi, Gwen.
Oh, darlin'. You know, I always
preferred your hair up.
I'm gonna send my hairdresser
over in a little while. Okay?
It'll give you such confidence.
Now, how come y'all haven't
opened your presents?
What in the world
is going on here?
Here, Gwen, let me help.
Oh, here, I got you
something special.
Merry Christmas, darlin'.
And you remember Evan?
Hi.
- Enjoy the bar.
- Sure.
I've got somebody
for you to meet.
There's the belle of the
ball, and my favorite niece.
First things first.
Inoculation.
I've done too many of these
Christmas parties without you.
Having fun yet?
Over the moon.
"I told you, it was
a 'Yankee doodle dandy'."
Christmas cheer.
Bec.
Hi.
Hi.
Are you playing tonight?
Not feeling very musical.
How's Kate?
I wouldn't know.
Or broke up with me.
I'm not really sure which.
Turns out it's no different
than breaking up with a guy.
listening to their music
and going to their weird places.
It's complicated.
It's complicated.
Um...
out of curiosity, if um...
If I was to be dumb enough
to ask you out on a date,
would I stand a chance?
I'm just not...
Alright, okay.
Um, say hi to Kate - or...
I'm sorry about...
...you getting fired.
Um, she was cool.
Wil!
I'm thinking one day I might
come to my senses, so...
...don't lose my number. Okay?
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