...a report by this entertainment industry analyst released today...
showed a severe drop in the summer box office results at the major studios.
A Warner Brothers spokesperson pooh-poohed the projections....
Previn?
Previn, are you in there?
It's George, the buiIding manager.
I started to smeII something a few days ago...
but I just thought someone was cooking cabbage.
See? You can stiII smeII it. I'm not crazy.
Oh, my God!
I'm just surprised.
Why? I toId you I was going to write a book.
-No, you didn't. -I thought I did.
-What? -I need to get in there.
So you're just gonna sit down today and start writing?
Yeah, I think that's how it's usuaIIy done.
Except for Hemingway. He stood.
-What? -I need to get in there now.
-What? You think I can't write a book? -No, of course not.
It's just a book is so big.
Not aII of them.
WeII, it's just the Iast time we taIked about you doing something new...
you mentioned getting BiIIy's friends to heIp you open an art gaIIery.
Yeah, weII, I got to thinking.
I don't need to heIp others express themseIves.
I shouId do it myseIf.
I think this is great.
CharIotte finaIIy speaks.
Your fucked up chiIdhood from your point of view. PeopIe wiII want to read that.
No way. I'm not gonna write a memoir.
What is it, then?
-Fiction. -ReaIIy?
That's so ambitious. I Iove it.
I hope I'm going to be in it. I've aIways wanted to be thinIy veiIed.
You might be in it...
if you ever do anything interesting.
I need heIp.
Do you think the hair on Mr. Peterson's forearms is sexy?
Or is it too unkempt? Sometimes he gets aII tufty.
I reaIIy don't have time for this.
This weekend is my Iast chance to take the SATs. I have to do weII.
Just take a break. It'II keep you from burning out.
Every faII, I rate the maIe teachers' fuckabiIity.
I've been doing it since the sixth grade.
I am, Iike, 400 times smarter than you.
Why aren't you panicking more about this test?
Because I know how to pIay the game.
I have a tutor. I've taken practice tests.
And my mom's Iife coach is advising me.
Your mom's Iife coach?
Parker, do you have any idea what a parody of yourseIf you are?
I feeI bad for Mr. Van Kirk.
If he hadn't stopped working out, he couId've easiIy cracked the top 10.
Give me that.
Gitterman's coming in at 22?
I was feeIing generous.
-Hey, CIaire. -Gary, hi.
-See you this afternoon? -Yep.
Gary has a great ass.
-You think he has a great ass? -Yeah.
Like you haven't noticed.
My mom caIIs them buns. She's so not of this century.
I don't care how much she pays her Iife coach.
I couId fuck Gary. Easy.
So this woman in her 40s just died aIone in her apartment?
Just out of the bIue?
I mean, she must have had some kind of medicaI condition.
No, she choked to death.
She Iay there for a week before anyone found her.
Why didn't anybody notice sooner?
Maybe they thought she was on vacation.
Here are the arrangements for her funeraI. They're seIf-expIanatory.
You shouId be abIe to take care of it.
ShouIdn't I taIk to whoever's gonna bury her?
Nate, it's a pre-need. She buried herseIf.
She bought everything she wanted ahead of time.
You have her contacts for famiIy and friends, directions for the service...
and the specifications about her restoration.
She knew exactIy what kind of service she wanted.
You'II need to order the sheet music for the organist.
And I am telling you I'm not going.
She certainIy had a sense of humor.
What song is that?
It's from Dreamgirls. You know it:
And I am telling you
I'm not going
You're the best man I've ever known
It must be weird to fiII one of these things out for yourseIf.
I had fun doing mine.
I have a test on Monday, I have an art history paper due next week.
I know I couId do a good job on both if I had more time, but I don't.
-Do I have something on my face? -No.
You're giving me this Iook.
It's just nice to see you so invoIved.
Are you taking the SAT this weekend?
I saw the books in the Iibrary.
-I don't know why I didn't teII you. -It's okay.
-I just signed up for it. I wasn't sure. -No, it's great.
You're taking schooI more seriousIy, and you're gonna take the SAT.
-It shows you're nurturing yourseIf. -Give me a break.
I'm so scared of having my own thoughts or going my own direction...
that I need some safety or approvaI.
This stuff is just cop-out distractions.
You know what? This session's given me some cIarity.
I shouId just bIow this test off...
and Iook reaIIy hard inside myseIf for what I reaIIy want.
CIaire, you're obviousIy frightened by taking this test. Why?
I don't know.
It's Iike, when I think about the test...
I see this nasty fIuorescent Iight.
The kind that shows aII your pockmarks and tiny scars that you wish you couId hide.
I see.
So it's very safe in the darkness, isn't it?
Okay, you're getting kind of corny.
AII I'm saying is you're finaIIy in a pIace where you're coming into your own.
You're afraid if peopIe see the reaI you, it'II be scary. And guess what? It is scary.
For aII of us. Isn't it?
Don't be silly, David.
You don't need to apoIogize for what you said about the pIan.
If you Iive in a neighborhood for a Iong time...
and somebody moves in and renovates the house across the street...
that couId just make you feeI your own house is shabby.
I see.
-Did you just insuIt me? -Of course not.
You'II see.
When you're ready, you're going to Iive in a paIace.
CIaire, wash your hands. We're about to eat.
Don't set a pIace for me. I'm not staying.
-Who are you having dinner with? -No one.
I'm having coffee with someone I met at St. Stephen's.
David, if you have a date, just say it.
Nothing ever gets buiIt if the materiaIs aren't IabeIed properIy.
Okay, I have a date.
David, I'm having a probIem with the EmiIy Previn funeraI.
Let's hear it.
I've caIIed her entire contact Iist, and the friends she Iisted have moved or died.
She has two distant reIatives.
One of which I can't reach, and the other has this phobia about funeraIs.
Some peopIe are so sick.
Now we know why she wasn't found for a week.
-I don't think she had anybody in her Iife. -How awfuI.
Have you caIIed her job to notify her coIIeagues about the service?
No. She worked at a temp agency, so she just had jobs here and there.
She must have had someone that she forgot to Iist.
Try her high schooI. Everyone has friends from high schooI.
No, they don't.
Maybe they have peopIe they taIk to, or do things with...
but they're not reaIIy friends.
They're just fiIIer.
What? It's true.
I want a gIass of wine.
Oh, God.
It's so weird.
Who the heII was EmiIy Previn?
Nate, are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine. -'Cause your eyes Iook reaIIy weird.
Yeah, it's just this medication I'm taking. It makes me a IittIe drowsy. That's aII.
HonestIy.
Maybe EmiIy Previn was autistic.
I read an articIe about a high-functioning autistic person who didn't need peopIe.
She just had a job designing these big cattIe sIaughterhouses.
At night, she came home and sat in a machine...
that made her feeI Iike she was being hugged.
And that was aII the intimacy she needed.
That's reaIIy upsetting.
I don't see why this person has to be mentaIIy iII...
just because she had a Iife that doesn't conform to a famiIiar image in our heads.
Maybe she was Iiving the Iife she wanted.
A Iife without the hassIe of other peopIe.
What kind of a Iife is that?
''WeII, I'm sorry, Your Honor...
''but how was I supposed to know it was your car?''
-I don't think I couId be a pubIic defender. -No? Why not?
I just don't think I couId defend peopIe who are guiIty.
I guess I couId be a some-of-the-pubIic defender.
So, what do you do?
Me? My famiIy owns a business. ActuaIIy, it's a funeraI home.
But I got out of that reaIIy quickIy, and now I'm in textiIes.
I Iike fabric.
I have to be in court in the morning. I have a Iot of work--
-Okay. Maybe we'II see each other around. -David, reIax.
It's fine. I understand. I guess there's not much of a spark here.
I thought there was. You don't?
No, I do. I was just worried.
I'm sorry, Ben. I get a IittIe nervous at these things.
If I seem caIm, it's onIy because I take a beta-bIocker...
before I have to get in front of a jury or first dates.
You're stiII nervous on the inside, but you don't show it as much.
Do you have any extra?
Let's go on a reaI date next time. Like, for dinner.
Okay, that wouId be nice.
You seem a IittIe....
-Are you coming out of a bad breakup? -No, I'm coming out of a bad ceIibacy.
I was in a reIationship, but that ended.
WeII, whatever happened, I bIame him.
You shouIdn't. He's a great guy.
You get your spoiIed IittIe ass into that bed right now! Do you hear me?
You suck!
Right now! I mean it!
I'm not tired.
When I'm at my reaI home, I don't have to go to sIeep untiI I get tired.
I'm going to turn off the Iights now, and soon you'II be tired.
What if I never get tired?
Then you'II Iay awake for hours and hours wondering why Iife is so hard.
That's what the rest of us do.
That sounds boring.
You get used to it.
Do you want to taIk about anything?
Like how you feeI about staying here?
Or being scared, because your mom's been in OakIand so Iong?
No.
Okay. But we don't know how Iong you're gonna be here.
So why don't we both try and ease up on each other a IittIe bit, okay?
You guys have bad toothpaste.
My first instinct is to get angry with her. I open my mouth, I hear my father.
Stop being so hard on yourseIf. That chiId is not easy.
I swore to myseIf I wouId never be Iike him.
I'm not in the mood.
Fine.
Get up!
-Hello? -Hi, MeIissa. It's Brenda.
Chenowith.
Your massage therapist.
Hey, how's it going?
Listen, I was just wondering if you hadn't eaten yet...
if you wanted to have lunch.
ActuaIIy, I'm at a restaurant right now.
Look, I'm probably breaking all these client/masseuse boundaries.
I'II see you at your reguIar appointment tomorrow.
No, I was just gonna say I'm by myseIf. I'd Iove the company.
Thank God.
Oh, Jesus!
This one's gonna be one heII of a ride.
I'm sure you'II be abIe to take care of it.
Yeah? WeII, don't be.
She must've been Iaying out for a week in a partiaIIy-ventiIated space.
Why can't everyone die in an air-conditioned room?
Her face is discoIored from being Iain on.
That I can fix, aIthough it's gonna take me hours.
Her abdomen's aII distended. This woman's got a Iot of gas in there.
When I poke a hoIe, we're gonna get some major fumes.
Whew, NeIIie!
I have no idea why I came in here.
-Maybe you have AIzheimer's. -Yeah, maybe.
We reaIIy are just bioIogy, aren't we?
You may need to taIk the famiIy out of an open casket.
-There's onIy so much I can do, man. -She doesn't have any famiIy.
-No one? -No friends, or anybody.
I ran an obituary in the paper today.
I'm just praying someone wiII read it and come tomorrow.
Pre-need?
If she wanted an open casket, we'II try to give her one.
I'II boost up the fIuids and see if that'II bring the sweIIing down.
There's a good chance we're going to get some skin sIippage, and then we're screwed.
Maybe she was just some vicious asshoIe, you know?
Just twisted and eviI. Maybe that's why she didn't have any peopIe in her Iife.
No.
You can teII what kind of Iife peopIe Iived even when they're dead.
Yeah, she was aII right.
PIease have your IDs out and ready so we can speed things aIong.
-CIaire Fisher. -ID?
-Sign right here. -Name?
-Parker McKenna. -Let's see.
Parker. Sign here, pIease.
Next?
Does anybody have an extra number two penciI?
Here you go.
So it sounds Iike a pretty serious reIationship for you.
It is.
I Iove Nate. I reaIIy do.
But, IateIy, I feeI kind of separate from him.
Which I know is heaIthy on one IeveI.
But, on another, I kind of miss how it was.
When we started seeing each other and weren't together...
I'd be wondering, ''What is he doing,'' aII day Iong.
Now?
I never even think about it.
I don't know exactIy when I changed.
But at some point, he became Iess present with me.
Sometimes I think it's because I don't give him enough to be present for.
But then I think, maybe he's not present because he knows if he was really present...
then I'd Ieave him.
You know, it's just so sad that you can love somebody so much...
and have absolutely no idea what's going on in their head.
-ReIationships are fucked. -That's what I aIways say.
I haven't had a reaI reIationship in over a decade.
-Is that because you.... -Because I bIow guys for money?
I'm so sorry. That was....
It's okay.
I've onIy been doing that for about five years.
So why, then?
I'm just not buiIt for it. Some peopIe aren't, I think.
It's not heaIthy or unheaIthy. It just is.
Oh, shit.
I'm being paged by a cIient.
I am not driving out to CaIabasas in this traffic.
Let the jerk whack off.
You know, I'm reaIIy gIad you couId have Iunch.
Me, too.
You know, it means a Iot to me that you're so normaI around me.
Most peopIe have preconceived notions about what I do.
Yeah, weII, peopIe can be such judgmentaI asshoIes.
You don't have to teII me that.
You want to know what's worse?
Most girIs want to be my friend so that they can pump me...
for aII the gory detaiIs about being a Iady of the evening.
It's just question after question, Iike I'm some kind of freak.
-AII right, you get three questions. -Oh, goody!
There's that one.
No, I think that one makes you Iook fat.
Very funny.
Which one do you think wiII Iook better on Miss Previn?
The pink one.
Didn't she specify which gown she wanted, or did Dad sIip up?
No, Dad didn't sIip up. She wanted to be buried in her own cIothes.
-The outfit she came in with was shot. -Give her the bIue to get rid of it.
It's coming apart in the back.
David!
-Mom, did you want something? -I was dusting your casket waII.
If this woman wanted to be buried in her own cIothes...
then one of you boys shouId go to her home and pick something out.
Isn't that a bit much?
I remember Dad doing it once or twice. You get the buiIding manager to Iet you in.
Fine. I'II pick out something dressy.
Considering the shape her body's in...
I shouId pick whatever covers her up the most.
I'II come with you.
-You don't have to do that. -I know that.
Aren't the guys scary? It must get dangerous.
To teII you the truth, it doesn't.
You just have to trust your instinct. It's never wrong.
We're kind of Iike animaIs that way.
When I first meet a cIient, I take a good Iong Iook into his eyes.
That stupid stuff they say about Iooking in peopIe's eyes is true.
-You just Iook into them, and you know. -Know what?
You know, whether someone is right, or whether they're...
you know, wrong.
And if they're wrong, you just get out of there immediateIy.
No. I think everyone has the answers to everything in Iife.
-It's a matter of knowing how to Iisten. -You're fantastic!
Fuck, you are!
There is no buIIshit with you! You are just who you are. Period.
Even the way you taIk about your work.
You provide a service for which you're weII-compensated.
-UnIike the rest of us Iosers. -PIease.
If there was anything eIse that paid this much, I wouId do it in a heartbeat.
But there's not a touch of victimhood about you.
It's aImost Iike it's empowering, in a way.
I went through that whoIe feminist rationaIization stuff at first.
Now I'm just a IittIe more honest.
It's just a way to pay the biIIs.
Sorry I can't make it to the funeraI.
My kid's got a soccer game.
She was one of your tenants, for God's sake.
She Iived among you.
Hey, come on. I just started, aII right?
She onIy Iived among me for a week.
She never even got to finish her crossword puzzIe.
AII right, Iook.
-Five minutes? -Yep. Great.
Mom!
Eddie needs to adapt to how things have changed.
I have a Iot more responsibiIity now.
He needs to be more understanding that sometimes I'm gonna be tired, man.
-Yeah, kids come first. Period. -ExactIy.
Have you had this conversation with him?
He'd just say I need to make more time for him, which wouId piss me off.
So why bother taIking to him about it?
Because you keep everything bottIed up inside you, my friend.
That's not good. That creates cancer.
-Give me a break. -It does.
My wife's cousin was a very angry person, but she never showed it.
She just cIeaned aII day, then she Iost both her breasts.
It's weird.
You get away from me, dickIess fuck!
-You don't own me. -What the fuck's wrong with you?
You know, you fucking Iie to me, bitch!
Bitch, I'II bIow your fucking brains out, you stupid cunt!
I wish you wouId, but you don't got the baIIs to shoot me!
-PoIice! Drop the gun! -Stay out of this! Fucking cops!
Drop the gun.
You shoot me, they'II shoot you. Then you'II be dead!
You know what? The worId wiII be a better pIace!
-Shut up! -Drop the gun now!
What is wrong with you? What did you do that for?
What's wrong with you?
I Iike aII of these, but they seem so fIat.
I wish one had a IittIe more oomph.
-Just grab that one. That one has oomph. -No, it doesn't.
Don't rush me, Nate. I'm not nearIy done...
and I haven't even started with the shoes and the jeweIry.
Nate Fisher.
Yeah, hi. I Ieft a message there for Father Martin FarreII.
He was requested by the deceased to officiate at her funeraI.
Great! WeII, I'm fucked.
I'm sorry, Sister.
Are there any other priests you'd recommend for a funeraI tomorrow?
Mom?
-What, are you hungry? -Of course not.
-Then, are you ready to go? -I don't know.
Maybe she Iiked soIitude.
Maybe she was Iiving the Iife she wanted and was happy.
I hope so.
But what if some nights, she wanted to taIk to someone...
and she picked up the phone...
and reaIized she didn't have anyone she couId caII? What then?
We don't know that she didn't have anyone to caII. Maybe there was someone.
I hope so.
No one thinks you did anything wrong. You were just doing your job, okay?
Now I know what's different.
You're not wearing your gIasses tonight.
I was getting dressed, and nothing Iooked right...
and I reaIized it was aII my gIasses' fauIt.
So I put in these contacts, which I actuaIIy hate...
but I thought it was worth it, if you'd....
This is me without beta-bIockers.
It's good.
Maybe it's even better.
-I stiII work in the famiIy business. -Excuse me?
I'm a funeraI director, that's who I am.
I have to say, I'm gIad you're not in textiIes. That sounded reaIIy duII.
Why did you Iie?
WeII, come on.
PeopIe aIways get that Iook in their eyes, Iike there's something wrong with you.
They wait about 5 seconds before bringing the conversation around to necrophiIia.
I just Iiked you too much, and I was scared it wouId repuIse you.
So what made you teII me now?
Because on our Iast date, I just sort of Iiked you...
and now I reaIIy Iike you.
-So I didn't screw things up because I Iied? -No, I think it's cute.
-And I'm gonna wanna take this sIow. -AII right.
Can we just make out, aIready?
We had pIans to meet tonight. At the Tiki Ti.
Did we?
CIaire, why did you bIow me off? And why didn't you return my phone caIIs?
Because I have nothing to say to you.
Look, I know this is about the SATs, but it wasn't my fauIt.
It was my mother's idea. She heard about this girI through one of her friends.
She's this genius from WestIake who's going around taking the test.
And Iet me teII you, it works.
She got three peopIe into YaIe and five into Harvard.
-This is so gross. -What was I supposed to do?
My mom came into my room Iast night and toId me she'd aIready paid the girI $1,000.
You make me so sick. Just get out of here!
Okay? I don't feeI Iike ever seeing you again.
-You're serious? -Yeah, I am.
Fine. Fuck you, CIaire!
By the way, I fIirted for 45 minutes with Gary Deitman outside of schooI yesterday...
and he's this totaI horny IittIe freak.
And I'm gonna bag him, big time.
CongratuIations. I hope you and his stupid buns wiII be very happy together!
''David Fisher and Benjamin Cooper invite you to a holiday open house. ''
''Merry Christmas from Ben and David. ''
''Happy Holidays from the Cooper-Fishers. ''
''Fish & Coop, new this fall on ABC. ''
Keith, what's wrong?
I'm not sure.
Okay. Come in and sit down.
I shouIdn't have even come here.
It's fine.
You want a beer?
-I have RoIIing Rock or AmsteI Light-- -I kiIIed someone today.
-Oh, my God. -It was this guy....
Him and his woman were having a fight.
They were obviousIy both high on something.
He had a gun and....
I'm sure whatever it was, you did the right thing.
He's dead, you fucking idiot!
I shouId have aimed at his arm or his Ieg.
I'm stupid.
I'm so fucking stupid.
I never kiIIed someone before.
I can't Iive with this.
I don't know how to heIp you.
Do you want to pray?
Maybe that wouId do something.
David's not up yet?
So where's EmiIy Previn?
She's in there.
So she's not gonna have an open casket.
-I couIdn't do it. -Okay.
I was supposed to take the kids to dinner so Vanessa couId have the night off.
But instead, I was here.
UntiI 9:00 Iast night.
Skin was fricking pouring off that woman's face!
I get aII this shit from Vanessa, and I wasn't abIe to restore the poor Iady!
Nobody couId have.
But, here, you think you can do it?
Here's some tooIs.
I want to watch you swim in that skin. Go ahead!
AII I said was okay.
I'm sorry.
I just wish I couId've done her the way she wanted.
If it'II make you feeI any better, I don't think there are even gonna be any mourners.
Thanks.
HeIIo?
It's me.
-I thought you were stiII here. -I had to get back home.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Listen, what happened Iast night, that was wrong.
I don't know why I went to you, but obviously I wasn't thinking right.
ObviousIy.
I'm in a reIationship.
I know that. I'm not an idiot.
I just thought you and I couId be friends...
but I was just kidding myseIf.
Look, I don't think that you and I should see each other anymore.
David?
Yeah, I'm here. Sure, whatever you want.
I knew you wouId understand.
Goodbye.
Bye.
Thank you. That was intense.
You're practicaIIy Iike jeIIy. You don't need this.
Maybe not, but I Iove it.
You're gifted, you know that?
HeIIo?
Don't give me that buIIshit. I want your ass there in haIf an hour.
Okay, fuck you. You are officiaIIy dead to me now.
Everything okay?
I have a cIient at 2:15, and my watcher just canceIIed.
Your watcher?
He Iikes to be watched by another girI whiIe I do him.
It's the easiest $100 in the worId...
and this asshoIe just bIew me off for a runway audition.
God, I hate modeIs.
Fuck.
If you're sitting in the corner depressed, pick up.
Pick up.
AII right, be depressed.
Listen, if you're in a jam....
This isn't a science project, honey. This is business.
PIease. You think I can't handIe it?
Like I said, it's pretty easy.
ActuaIIy, it's Iike you're invisibIe. Just sitting and watching.
I can do that.
I sit and watch aII the time. In fact, that's mostIy aII I do.
I guess you've been in three-way situations before.
-I mean, who hasn't? -Yeah.
Fuck.
I've never seen you this angry before. It's terrific!
-No, my nephew made that. -Sorry.
Here, taIk to me.
This girI cheated on the SATs, and now she's gonna get away with it.
Okay, what's this girI's name?
When I reaIized what was going on, I just wanted to run and not take the test.
But I did. I took it, Iike an idiot. And what was the point?
It's aII just some stupid game.
I don't know what I want, but I don't want this.
And this is your excuse to baiI?
BaiI? What's that? Some hip Iingo you think kids say?
-You are so Iame sometimes. -Direct your anger at me, if you need to.
By the way, you can fuck Parker McKenna, but if I were you, I'd wear a condom...
because I'm sure she has hepatitis, at the very Ieast.
What are you taIking about?
If you're referring to the conversation I had with Parker, that's aII it was.
A conversation.
I have conversations with Iots of young women. They approach me.
CIaire, I'm worried about you.
Why?
You're getting your Iife together, and it scares you.
So you want to sIip into the oId habit of focusing on someone eIse's drama...
instead of concentrating on yourseIf. You need to stop doing that.
You're right.
And now is probabIy as good a time as any to taIk about the sexuaI tension between us.
-What? -It exists.
It's a part of transference and counter-transference...
so we shouId acknowIedge it's out there, and it'II never be acted upon...
because to do so wouId be irresponsibIe and destructive.
Do you have anything that you wouId Iike to contribute?
No, I don't.
Okay.
I bet you I couId gIue this together if I tried hard.
I know peopIe don't reaIIy gIue things together anymore...
but I couId probabIy fix this.
You've reached the private line of David Fisher.
Please leave a message after the beep.
Hi, David. It's Ben. I'm calling to figure out what time's good for you on Saturday.
And I had a really good time last night, especially the making out part.
Okay. Bye.
Yeah, honey.
You know exactIy how I Iike it.
Come on. Move your tongue around it.
Yeah.
And I am telling you
I'm not going
I'm the best man you'll ever know
There's no way I could ever go
Nate, I Iove you!
Now that I've heard this song five times in a row, I can honestIy say I disIike it.
I'm here for the service.
Look around, nobody's here. There's not gonna be any service.
I couIdn't even get a minister, and they get paid.
I've taken care of that. Father Jack is on his way here right now.
-Just give me 10 minutes. -For what?
-Federico? -Yes, Mrs. F?
CouId you come upstairs, pIease?
Keith?
David, I need you for a few minutes.
-Mom, I have a headache. -Too bad.
-But I'm in the middIe of a show. -Just do what I say!
And get out of those ragamuffin cIothes.
Why is this happening?
I don't know. Our structures probabIy need new fencing.
-And our roofs had bad shingIes. -I had shingIes once.
She was supposed to have an open casket.
I did the best I couId, okay?
I didn't see you down there heIping me out.
Leave it aIone.
We gather to mourn the passing of EmiIy Previn.
I did not know EmiIy Previn.
From what I gather, few, if any, peopIe did.
PeopIe might wonder what point there is in Ieading a Iife...
where you don't touch any other Iives.
But it wouId be arrogant of us to assume that.
Every Iife is a contribution. We just may not see how.
I'm gIad to encounter EmiIy Previn, even if it is in death.
Everyone comes into our Iife for a reason...
and it is our responsibiIity to Iearn what they have to teach us.
Now, in accordance with EmiIy's wishes...
I wiII read from the Book of Matthew, Chapter 1 1 .
Strange, but somehow I feel like Emily won.
She remains a fucking question mark right up to the bitter end.
BasicaIIy aII I know about her is that she kept Wheat Thins in her refrigerator.
That's something.
So, teII your mother I have to get back to work.
UnIike some peopIe.
I'm sorry, Federico, but I have a headache. Am I not aIIowed to have a headache?
-It's so good to see you. -HeIIo, Father.
How is everything at St. Stephen's?
It's okay.
Apropos of what I said earIier, I wanted to thank you, David.
I'm reaIIy gIad you came into my Iife.
You wiII never know how much you taught me about myseIf.
ReaIIy? How so?
Another time, maybe.
-You Iook a IittIe sad. -I have a headache.
WeII, God bIess.
David, come over here. There's something I want to say to the three of you.
Oh, Lord, our gutters are cIogged. I think we need to see about removing the Ieaves.
That's very funny, CIaire.
I know you think the pIan is ridicuIous.
-No, we don't. -We just think it's weird.
Did any one of you wonder why I feIt the need to change the structure of my Iife?
Did you even care?
At first I didn't understand why I was so upset about EmiIy Previn.
Then it hit me. I don't want to turn into her.
Life is hard enough without not having peopIe to heIp you.
-But, Mom, you have us. -I do not.
Nate, you've been waIking around Iike a zombie for months.
You're Iying in bed during the day, God knows why.
I have a headache.
CIaire, I can't even Iook in your direction...
without you acting Iike it's some incredibIe imposition.
AII I want is for us not to be strangers. I want some intimacy.
Give me intimacy.
Won't any of you have intimacy with me?
Okay, I guess I have my answer.
Mom, wait.
I just think that intimacy shouId happen a IittIe more organicaIIy than this.
Fine. Then I'II simpIy wait for it Iike I have been.
I just pray that it happens before I end up Iike EmiIy Previn.
Now, if you'II pIease excuse me.
When I saw you typing at your computer, you had the strangest expression.
I was writing. It's caIIed fIow.
You know aII about fIow, don't you?
Let me ask you a question.
Do you think you and I have as much intimacy as you want?
I don't have as much of anything as I want.
That's not reaIIy much of an answer.
It wasn't reaIIy much of a question.
Did you remember to Iock the door?
Yes, I did, for the second time. You've been acting strange tonight.
-What do you mean? -WeII, you've been aII jumpy.
Oh, God.
Okay, something has been on my mind.
Nate Fisher...
wouId you be my wife?
My God, this isn't what I was expecting.
-Is that a no? -No, of course not.
It is kind of an ugIy ring. It's got these Greek Ietters on it.
DeIta Phi DeIta. It's my grandfather's fraternity ring.
I found it when I was cIeaning up...
and that's when I got the idea...
to propose to you.
So why today?
I don't know.
I just started thinking...
I don't know what I'd do if I ever Iost you.
WeII, I'm not going anywhere.
Promise?
Of course I'II marry you. I Iove you. AbsoIuteIy.
I Iove you. Yeah, Iet's get married!
Yes! Let's get married!
Come on!
I Iove you, too.