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DIVE FROM CLAUSEN'S PEAR

STARRING

Ha, ha, ha! - Be careful!

How does love change?

How is it that I can trace a line through eight happy years?

That... can't remember the slow draining away of my feelings for him?

Worst of all, I could tell.

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I knew he could tell.

Do we have to go right there?

I mean... nobody ever gets there on time anyway.

And do what?

I don't know. Listen pleasant talk.

We get the charcoal 'n stuff, we should get the fire going.

Yeah.

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Yeah, you're really kid, rigt Rooster?

All right, boys and girls, your principal here.

The results are in for the '99 senior class president Marry Mohall, 463 votes.

Robert Rooster Fidimore four votes!

Four, four votes!

And I got a feeling that it was you, little lady.

You know that I always voted for you?

Who helped you with worst campaigns of all time?

Little Stuart over here was responsible for that.

I had the flu, I wasn't thinking right.

Hey! - What was that stupid slogan?

Wasn't stupid! - Beer at Starbusters.

Gosh, how many times are we gonna do this?

Mean, laugh like is not a millionth time we heard that?

It's like we're stuck in some bad high school play or something.

Here is my vote, let's move on.

Okay, hon. We'll just be moving on.

I'm sorry. I'm in a crappy mood.

I'm going in. - Oh, it's freezing!

No one? Come on Carry baby. You with me?

You go jump in that water?

You gotta be serious. You're gonna jump in there? - We are going for a walk.

You guys are gonna miss out? - Mikeyyy!

All right. - Mikeyyy!

Mikey! Mikey!

So, what's going on?

What going on with you, miss PMS? You freaked out up there.

No. It's...

It's not that. - Yeah, alright. I know your cycle like I know my own.

Which is kinda grosse. Seriously, you've been acting weird all day.

You kinda bite everybody's head off.

Like if it's not PMS, then... What's up? What's going on?

Carrie?! What is it?

Mike! Come on!

The water... - Carrie?

Mike! - Carrie!

Mikey! Mikey! Mikey! Mikey!

Mikey! - Wooooh! Mikey! Mikey!

Noooo! - Mikey! Mikey!

Mikey! - Woah!

Mikey!

Mike! - Where the hell is he?

Rooster! - Mike!

BASED ON THE NOVEL THE DIVE FROM THE CLAUSEN'S PIER

CENTENNIAL ENTRANCE

Mike Mayer? - They just brought him in.

Carrie! - Mrs. Mayer!

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What did they say? - He's in surgery.

But he is going to be okay, right?

He broke his neck, Carrie.

Are you okay?

Mom!

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't pick up the messages all day.

What do you know?

Carrie?

I'm Dr Boddicker, Mike's surgeon.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

She's pretty upset.

How are you holding up?

Tell me about Mike?

Mike has broken two bones in his neck,

C5 and C6, there are right in here.

But do you know, if he's gonna be...

Will he be paralyzed? Is that what you're asking me?

Probably.

Probably we won't know to what degree until he wakes up,

if he does.

He's in a coma.

I'm sorry. I wish I had better news.

Come on.

I'll give you a moment.

You're not saying anything.

This is talking, too.

What would the words be?

The usual three that I'm always saying,

whether I'm saying them or not.

Because I'm always thinking about them.

Always.

You can talk to him if you want.

Can he hear me?

Sometimes.

It never hurts.

There's nothing we don't know about each other.

I can't think of anything to say.

Well...

..anything that would keep his spirits up.

Why don't you talk about your wedding?

Hi, it's Carrie. You know the drill.

Hey, Carrie, it's Rooster.

Mikey's folks were asking about you. They haven't seen you in a few days.

I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you know?

I know Mike would probably like you to be there.

The nurses swear he knows we're there.

Anyways, I'm going by this afternoon. It would be great if I saw you there.

Take care, Carrie. Bye, babe.

Carrie! Jamie called for you. Her message.

LUNCH TODAY? WORRIED ABOUT YOU PLEASE CALL!

Carrie, right? Carrie Beal?

Simon Rhodes.

Mrs. Deacon's french class, senior year.

You look so different.

I mean... you look great.

How are you? Do you still live in Madison?

New York. My dad's 50th, I was summoned.

So, what ever happened to Carrie Beal?

Voila, l'homme du monde.

Hey, are you still in touch with Mike Mayer?

Cutest couple in the senior class.

We're engaged.

When's the happy day?

Carrie?

Mike, um, is in the hospital.

He was in a diving accident.

He broke his neck. - Oh, my!

I'm so sorry. - That's okay. That's okay.

Look, can we get the hell out of here?

He was my one and only.

The only person I'd ever slept with.

Everyone always thought...

Mike and Carrie, Carrie and Mike.

I mean, they couldn't even say one of our names without mentioning the other.

I remember.

I was going to tell him that we were over,

that I didn't love him anymore.

Not in the same way.

I just thought I'd be disappointing everybody, you know?

I can't even imagine.

You must be in such pain.

Tell me what New York is like in five words or less.

New Yawk... Uh, huge, filthy, and wonderful.

That's four. - It sounds incredible.

You ever think of moving back to Madison?

Stop it! Come on!

Listen, I hope this isn't weird, but I'm really glad I ran into you today.

I am too.

I went by the Mayer’s' last night. - You did?

Yep. I took them the casserole.

Did you try to pass it off as homemade?

Oh, very funny. It was.

Hmm.

I think she's concerned about you.

That you're... writing him off.

Are you?

No. Of course not.

He's had a good day today.

How can you tell?

Vitals, sats... things like that.

So, he wants the Civic for his kid, like just to go back and forth to school then, right?

So we're talking, and I find out, the guy's a dentist.

So get a load of what his name is... Molar.

I swear to God. Molar.

Excuse me.

Hello? Car?

Yikes. This looks like my room.

You're depressed, huh?

You always sew when you're depressed.

Aren't you supposed to be at the copy shop?

Yeah, I called in sick.

And for future reference,

if you want to avoid your best friend, and you're not returning any of her calls,

you should probably take away her key.

Come on. Put this up.

We are all having drinks to say goodbye to Christine, and you are coming.

And not like this. Out of your pajamas. Into real clothes

Hey, let's ask Christine.

She's the one abandoning us for grad school.

Oh, we're all gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you guys so much.

Are you kidding? I'm so jealous.

I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat.

I... I mean to go some place different, that's all.

That's all right. You know what? You'll be back.

Madison is like a black hole.

It'll suck you back to grow old and fat like Stu's parents.

Hey!

Your mom's not fat.

Besides, you got to come back for the big wedding at least, huh?

Nice, Rooster. It's classy.

What? It's not like he's dead.

Jeez. Just how far down your throat can you get your foot?

Thank you.

Um, that's all right. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.

I'll come with. - No, no, no. It's all right, I'm fine.

Carrie! - Viktor! - It's good I see you.

I want you to meet my friend.

Kilroy, say hello to my friend, Carrie Beal.

We work together at the University library.

We are... we already met.

Pleasure.

Stay. Play pool with us. I will get beer.

Oh, no, no, no, no. That's okay.

I'm fine. I really have to go.

So... you're a librarian?

Well, actually, we're called "media specialists", now.

Oh, sorry.

What about you? What do you do?

I play pool.

Right.

What, you don't like pool?

Uh, no, I just meant... what do you do for a job?

Work is beside the point.

You'll know that when you're older.

I'm not as young as I look.

Note the grown-up, witty banter.

You're 23.

Lived in Madison your whole life.

In fact, have never been out of Wisconsin.

Oh, except for the occasional sorority road trip to Chicago,

which made your high-school boyfriend so jealous, he asked you to marry him.

Close?

So besides being a pool hustler, you're also a mind reader.

Well, you learn to pick up little clues, like your engagement ring.

He'd be here now if he weren't on some holiday fishing trip with his dad.

How'd I do?

You're, uh, not entirely wrong or right.

Carrie.

Hey, um, sorry. I need you.

Nice to meet you.

Mike's mom just called. He woke up.

We just told him, everything.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry.

I love you.

Let's do something tonight, okay? Just the two of us.

I mean, after the hospital. We'll go see a movie or something.

I... I don't think so.

I'm just gonna get some coffee.

We're all done. Everything went smoothly.

But with an injury at the C5/C6 level, he's technically a quadriplegic.

But he still has some sensation in his shoulders and upper arms.

That's a good thing. We 'we succeeded in stabilizing his neck.

That's allowed him to breathe again on his own.

Can we see him? - You can. One at a time.

He asked if he could see Carrie first.

Oh, my God. - It's called a halo.

It keeps his neck from moving.

Just a couple minutes, okay?

Hi.

How do you feel? - My head hurts.

Hey, you're talking. You're off the ventilator.

My throat is killing me.

I'll see if, um, maybe they can get you some ice or something.

Carrie?

Would you kiss me?

I wish you'd kiss me.

Get the nurse for me.

Mike. - I need the nurse.

You might have to go somewhere else. - Right.

You can try on-line.

Hey.

"To use a cue at billiards is like using a pencil.

"It's only by repeated study and perseverance to the man think so and either.

Thackery: On the art of pool.

I'm impressed. - There's an inscription.

May he respond to your vigilance and love,

and may you live in well together.

Viktor told me what happened.

I'm sorry for what I said.

That's okay.

I forgive you.

Well, if you ever in New York... - New York?

I... I thought you lived here.

McCLANAHAN'S BAR AND BILLIARDS. I'll, uh, bring my stick.

It's called a cue.

And I'd like that.

Bye.

So long, Viktor.

How's that? - Peachy.

We just thought you'd like a little change of scenery.

That's what the remote's for.

You can work it? - Yeah, watch.

Hey, get up and change the freakin' channel.

It's okay. It's okay.

Mike, I understand that you're angry. That's normal.

But I can't let you talk to the staff like that, okay? - Fine.

Okay...

My name is Carrie. I'll be your driver for today.

What's your pleasure, Mr. Mayer?

Oh, I could think of some things.

I'm sorry?

I said sex! Right here, right now with you. That's my pleasure.

Mike, please. - Michael, stop it.

Carie! Mrs. Mayer, would you excuse us for a minute?

Carrie!

Are you looking for anything in particular?

Um, I'm mostly just looking.

The charmeuse is nice.

Have you worked with it before?

I've never made anything of silk.

You're gonna get spoiled.

It's gorgeous with your dark hair.

What is it? A big summer wedding?

The color's a little funky for a bride, don't you think?

Oh, I thought you were a guest.

You're getting married?

Oh, we have a beautiful ivory shantung.

Um, actually, no.

I'm not.

Hey. - Well, hey, you. Hey, you're just in time.

Rooster's taking me for drinks at the badger. You want to come?

No, thanks. - He's buying.

Um, I was hoping we could talk.

Oh, my God. Can you believe that guy?

He's been like a dog in heat since he moved in.

What do you think?

I think you need to get out of this place.

Yeah, too late.

My mom's already turned my room into a liquor cabinet.

How's Mike?

Nothing new.

Well, he's lucky he still has you.

Why would you say that?

A lot of other girls would have bailed by now.

Well, not the Care Bear. Thick and thin.

It's like you're part beagle.

What would you say if I wasn't so sure?

Hey. - Hi.

You got time for a beer, but you don't have time for Mikey?

I just stop by, I wasn't planning on...

You're coming up there if I have to drag you.

What is wrong with you?

You're gonna bail on him, aren't you?

What are you talking about? She's not bailing on him.

He's barely hanging on up there, so if he says "go away," you go anyway.

If he asks for a kiss, you do it like you mean it.

He told you about that? - About what?

He's got a bunch of nurses wiping his ass!

I don't think privacy's a big deal with him right now!

You toy with him. You tease him.

All this crap about loving him... I do love him.

Then act like it, damn it.

Not like you've got one foot out the door.

Hey, okay, screw off! She's not going anywhere!

Are you, Carrie?

I don't know what I'm going to do.

He's better off.

Just do it, okay? Don't leave him hanging.

W... wait.

I'm sorry. - Carrie?

You remember Fabricio's?

Jamie threw that party there for our five years.

We... couldn't figure out why she wanted to go there so badly.

And we walked in and everyone was there in that little room.

I always thought we'd go back in five more years.

Just us, you know. Not everyone else.

I guess we won't now, will we?

You don't have to feel bad.

Mike, please don't do this now.

Your mom and John will be back.

We've already done it, haven't we?

Mike, don't. - It's okay.

It's a relief. I was tired of wondering.

Please don't say that.

Just go, okay?

Just go!

*Twenty-thousand miles from the place I call home*

*Twenty somewhat years since the day I was born*

*And I'm searching*

*I'm still searching for answers*

*People often told me to choose a different road*

*That this one can get ugly*

*Twists and turns that just grow old*

*But I'm walking*

*I don't care if I'm walking alone*

*And I'm screaming into the dark*

*Searching for an answer*

*Where do I go from here*

*Where do I come from, here*

I know it's a bit clichéd,

a little "fame" meets "rent," but we got a good deal.

We took over the penthouse, which, trust me, is worth the move.

Hey, Lula. - Hello.

I wanted to make a lovers' palace, but, alas, I had no lovers.

Wow, this is nice. - My gallery.

I have to fight off prospective dealers for my work.

If you believe that, I got a bridge in Brooklyn for you.

C'est moi.

Lane's.

And the kitchen.

Greg sleeps in here, but we never see him.

Working, thank god.

The powder room.

And... voila.

All yours.

That's not a room at all.

It's not gonna cave in, is it?

It hasn't yet.

I smell dairy.

Wisconsin, it's a joke.

Laney Carter. - Your neighbor, gold room.

Come on in when you get unpacked.

It'll be nice having another girl around.

She's fun.

Yeah, which makes her depressing poetry all the more puzzling.

She's a writer? - Welcome to La Boheme.

*And I'm screaming into the dark*

*searching for an answer* - Hello?

*Where do I go from here*

*Where do I come from, here*

Carrie.

Carrie Beal.

So, what brings you to wretched New York?

It must have been hard.

I think it's brave what you did.

I don't think my friends would degree.

About the "brave" part.

What do they expect?

For you to give up everything because something bad happened to him?

That's just... that's making two tragedies out of one.

I owed them a goodbye.

Yeah, but not your life.

I... I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

I don't even know you.

Well, you know what it's like to be with me for several hours.

Doesn't that tell you what you need to know?

I guess so.

Go ahead.

Kilroy... real name or nickname?

Um, Paul Elliot Fraser.

I have no earthly idea how I got stuck with Kilroy.

Grew up? - New York.

Born and bred.

I work part time at a temp agency.

I'm Jewish, but not practicing.

I love the Mets, hate the Yankees.

I'm "O" positive and current on all my shots.

Do you know me now?

*I am a rocket, and I take the blame*

*crashing into you, I am a burning plane*

*I'm not an angel, maybe the devil in disguise*

*lower than low, higher than high*

*it's my roller coaster ride*

*I'm a devil and an angel*

*collide with me* *feel my wings*

*collide with me*

*I'm a devil and an angel* *collide with me*

*collide with me* *collide with me*

No, no, okay. I mean, I'm...

Don't give up. It just takes practice.

But I'll starve.

Okay.

Practicality trumps pretense. I like that.

I love too.

I love sirens.

Sirens?

Yeah, I hear them all the time at night.

My place is just up the street.

The bedroom looks down on to seventh avenue. You'll see.

I'll see your bedroom?

What, you doubt it?

Don't be afraid of the truth, Carrie.

That's an untenable position, don't you think?

Don't forget about this.

I'm gonna drop these off, and then I'm escorting you back to McClanahan's to get your car.

You didn't tell me I could see your bedroom as soon as I walked in the front door.

When did you move in?

Six years ago.

I'm thinking maybe it's time for a new decorator.

Come on. Let's get you back to your car.

Well, you are truly a man of your word, but isn't this a bit excessive?

I promised I'd show you New York.

And what's New York without...

Drug bust.

We should go.

Hey.

I had a really wonderful day today.

It really means a lot to me.

Yeah. I assure you Madame...

The pleasure was all mine.

Come on.

Un petit déjeuner?

Nous avons le thé.

Une orange,

e le petit savi? E qui voi.

C'est formidable! - Ah!

Tu parle français?

Well, four years in college... enough to say I'm excited...

About food.

Oh, my God. That's amazing.

Did you make that? - I am.

I took a couple classes after college.

Mm-hmm.

When was that? - Um, gosh, I don't know.

10 Years ago?

I'm 35.

Yes, I have. I took math, too.

Wow.

Wow.

I guess I should have filled out an applications... age, places lived.

I'm sorry.

Ability to appreciate a fetching small-town girl who's full of surprises.

Anything else?

Mmm. not yet.

But I'll have to keep you under lock and key until I figure something out.

Mmm.

C'est une idée tres intéressante.

Since 1974. - It's bad. I saw it.

It's not bad. - I swear to God, I get that.

Put this on. - I don't even know how this works.

I need a physics degree to make this work. -Hello?

There you are!

Oh, we were about to notify New York's finest.

Is that a glow or are you just glad to see me?

What she lacks in consideration, she makes up for in impeccable timing.

Why? What's going on?

Lane's boss is having a little party.

Put on something fancy. It's free-food night.

Here, take one of these.

Five more like this, I'll feel like I had dinner.

Oh, my God. This is unbelievable.

It's just shrimp.

No, I mean her house. She must be loaded.

And famous.

Ever read "Running from Paris"?

No way. Georgia Louise Wolf?

I read that in college.

She's what's called a paid companion.

Hey.

Kind of a lesbian call-girl thing but without the sex.

How do you think she can afford to write?

Hello, Dylan.

Dylan?

Hi. Remember me?

She looks beautiful. Kinda... Sorry.

It's sort of a cross between Sarah McLachlan and Philip Glass.

It was great.

Hello?

Mrs. Mayer, it's Carrie.

Can I talk to him? Please?

Is that her? - Um, hold on.

Hey.

It's Carrie, the big city slicker. How's New York?

I'm sorry, Mike.

I'm so sorry.

Goodbye, Carrie.

Mmm.

What's wrong?

He introduced himself as one of his associates.

So, Simon's an attorney?

A proofreader.

He calls it he's "in the mean time" job.

Because he wants to be an illustrator.

Ahh. A New York wannabe.

Boy, you don't see that much.

You break.

Stop it. He's a great guy.

I know he is unique.

I mean, usually it's, you know, actor or writer.

I mean, how come you don't hear of wannabe trash guys or undertakers?

You know, good jobs, important.

Here.

Make a "V" with your thumb and forefinger like this.

Haven't you ever wanted to be something you're not?

Yes. A better pool teacher.

Seriously.

What's wrong with wanting that?

Nothing.

Unless it's just a way to avoid thinking of yourself as ordinary.

Try again.

Well, I don't think I'm ordinary, and I want to be something else.

Oh, you do, huh? What?

That's the problem. I don't know.

The only ambition I have is to have an ambition.

Well, ambition is highly overrated.

I remember you.

You still live here?

Mmm, if I could find a job.

I have to find some way to pay the exorbitant rent.

Anything cheaper has a metal grate with steam coming out of it.

That came for you a while back.

And you just now give it to me?

You're never here, girl.

You could have called.

I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again.

We need some men in this house.

Hey, it's me.

It's the first week of December.

I guess I should say that, I mean, since I can't put it in a letter.

I was gonna try and write on the computer, in OT, but I figured it'd take about five years.

Carrie, I know it's been a while since the phone-call thing.

I don't know. I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I know it was hard for you.

I guess I just wasn't ready to hear it, you know?

So, I'm sorry. Did I say that already?

Hey, what am I thinking? I have amazing news.

Are you ready for this? Rooster's getting married.

Oh, my god. To who?

You remember my nurse Joan?

The guy's the happiest I've ever seen him.

She is very nice, except when she puts in the catheter.

I mean, no wine, no small talk, nothing.

They're doing it in a couple months.

I think they learned from us that long engagements don't work.

Joan's family lives out of town.

My folks are throwing the wedding so I can go.

Uh, what else?

What's news?

No news is good news then. - You want a beer?

I got a tape today... from Mike.

Well, he can't write.

No, he can't.

You seem upset.

What then?

Sad. - I got it.

What did he say, Carrie? - Oh, you know, not too much.

Just how the view looks out his window and how rehab is going.

Sounds like a regular open book.

How is it that I know next to nothing about the man I sleep with most every night?

You're barking up the wrong tree.

Which tree should I bark up? - Why don't you try not barking?

Why don't you go to hell?

If I wanted to be lonely, I would have stayed outside.

Rooster? - Weird, huh?

Is Mike okay? - Yeah, he's fine.

Believe or not, I called to apologize.

I was pissed, Carrie.

You know, why you had to take off and everything, that was a lot of pressure,

and I get that now. - Thank you.

Hey, when's the big day?

Yeah, Mikey said he told you about that.

Second weekend in April.

Joan and I both wanted to send you formal invitation, but...

Of course, I'll be there. Really...

I'm really happy for you, Rooster.

You still there? What's wrong?

It's Jamie. - Is she sick?

No, no, nothing like that.

She's just more of a funk, really.

They put her mom in rehab again.

Rooster... - I know it's late.

She's cut herself off from all of us.

It's like she's thrown up this big brick wall and just won't talk about it.

So I was thinking, if you were coming home for Christmas?

Oh.

Well, no. I mean, I wasn't planning on it.

Yeah, it was just a thought.

But, I will... come back.

Good.

Yeah, that'd be good.

It's open!

*deck the halls with boughs of holly*

*fa la la la la la la la la*

*tis the season - The tree.

to be jolly* - Tip of the iceberg.

*fa la la la la la la la la* - Let's see.

We have honey-baked ham, sweet-potato pie.

Look! - With toasted mini marshmallows.

And uh... I believe they call this little treat:

Corn casserol.

How very un-french-chef-like of you.

The things you find at the flea market.

Okay, now you're making fun.

No. no, not at all.

It's almost christmas.

I thought you might be homesick.

Thank you.

You people like this stuff, right?

And tomorrow, tomorrow I'm gonna show you christmas in New York.

There's nothing in the world like it.

Kilroy, um...

I came by to tell you that, um, I'm sorry about our argument.

Apology not necessary, but accepted.

And also to tell you I'm going home for the holidays.

You don't like my corn casserole.

I got something for you.

Um, but... you can wait till christmas to open it. If you want.

And deny you the pleasure of my face?

*fa la la la la la la la la*

I made it for you.

Do you like it?

Hmm.

I don't know what to say.

"Thank you" will do. - Hmm.

No, not really. It's a...

No one's ever made mi like this, before.

Not for a long time.

It's wonderful. Thank you.

Here.

What's this?

Thank you.

It's beautiful.

Now you'll have a home for your art.

You should think of doing something with it.

Like what?

Develop it.

Go to school to master it. Earn a living from it.

Fashion design.

You've got to be kidding me.

I can barely afford food.

You'll figure it out.

You're ambitious, right? - Aha.

So I am...

I know I'm not as forth coming as you're used to.

I'm move at... glacial speed.

Hey.

What's wrong? - Nothing.

Nothing.

Good morning. Jet air. - Hi.

I'd like to cancel a reservation.

Hey, Wisconsin. Can I ask you something?

Well, only if I could borrow that bracelet.

Ah - Your beau's real name is Fraser, right?

Yeah. Paul Fraser. So?

Simon and I were trying to figure out why his name seems so familiar.

Then it finally dawned on us.

His father's Morton Fraser. The big Wall Street honcho.

Huge honcho.

He never mentioned that?

Well, there's no limit to what he hasn't told me.

I mean, I'm not surprised, though, but he really seems to be coming around.

We need an elevator.

Carrie, these are fabulous.

I didn't realize how talented you were.

Laney, look at these. Huh?

You should really have this developed.

Yes! I should go to school and become a famous fashion designer.

I'll do that after I find a way to pay the rent.

*I know that I'm no angel*

*I have seen myself from every angle

*now I'm right outside your door

*some positive rejection *foreshadowing frustration

*feels like I've been here before

*but I'm saving it up for the morning after

*'cause I don't need my conscience *when I lose my head

*all of my excuses lying in your bed

*it's like tasting lightning striking

*I need you to find me, - Thank you.

*baby, when I lose my head

institute of design

*the view from this position *is of my inhibitions

*torn apart and *scattered on the floor

*now am I taking myself too seriously?

*I'm saving it all for the morning after

Pierre gave us all cards with one word written on it...

A feeling or emotion. Mine is: "Witty."

" I have to design a piece of clothing that's witty,

so I'm thinking a little vintage Betsey Johnson '95, but not as brightly hewed.

So maybe a little Marc Jacobs with some Zac Posen.

He's got the most amazing architectural structure on a woman's silhouette.

Ah, mmm, it's gonna be fun.

Kilroy here.

Mother?

I can't get up there, all right?

No.

Tell dad I'll do what I can.

Okay.

See you.

Let's get out of here.

If I could paint like this, I could go to my urn happy.

Do you paint?

Did you? - No, I didn't paint.

I didn't write. I didn't compose music.

I didn't play piano or take acting classes or anything like it.

Hmm. So much you didn't do. - Well, it hasn't been easy.

These paintings are hard to look at. - That's the point.

Art should challenge complacency.

What do you see?

I don't know.

I see an unhappy woman, and it makes me feel lonely.

But the mask, it... makes the emotions feel... artificial.

I'm sorry. Listen to me.

I sound like one of Simon's snobbish friends.

I've become I'm a real New Yawker.

What, Kilroy?

God. Jeez, I'm sorry.

What is it?

No, nothing, nothing. You remind me of somebody.

That's it. Or better yet, me with somebody else.

Come. Let's go.

Who do I remind you of?

Forget it. It's not important.

A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hip. - You should know.

I want it noted personally for the record that I was the first... - For the record?

Are we in a courtroom here? - Do the teacher thing again.

No! no, no, no, no. - Please, it's so funny.

Come on! - It's so bad!

Come on. - Oh, Okay.

The nice thing about this Project is that it juxtaposes many ideas.

This is what wit is, isn't it?

The unexpected joining of opposing n-n-notions.

All right! - Thank you. Thank you.

Who has the guts to wear this?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe somebody else who's starved for attention.

Ouch.

Yes, truth... - You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Seriously, in celebration of all your school success.

May you be a force in the fashion world. - Absolutely.

And may you fix up Lane and me with many hot models.

Ooooh! - Oh, I see how it is.

I want the numbers now, missy. - Cheers.

Congratulations. - Thank you, love.

He's looking up your ancestors.

Excuse me.

Who would have thought a designer from Wisconsin anyway?

I mean, isn't that just all overalls n' stuff? - I'm taking it to court.

I'm sorry. I'm just gonna check on him real quick.

Oh, sure, yeah.

Kilroy?

I'm sorry. I... just think it would be better if I left.

I got to go up to the east side anyway, to see my parents.

All right. I'll get my coat.

No! No, you stay.

Have fun. This is your day.

I want to come with you.

Trust me, you don't. - I do.

Can I see your life...

all of your...

secrets.

Things that hurt you.

Please!

Please don't hide the parts you don't want me to see.

Hi.

Hi, John. - Good evening, Mr. Fraser.

Don't you just love the folksy charm?

Your parents are expecting you.

Mom, dad... - Hello, son. I'm glad you came.

Hello, Paul.

Um, Morton Fraser, Barbara Fraser, this is Carrie Beal.

Hello. - Hello. Nice to meet you.

It's not often we get to meet Paul's friends.

So how 'bout a drink?

Oh, yeah.

It's all right, John. I'll do it. Thank you.

It's been some time, how have you been? - Oh, you know me.

And what do you do, dear?

Oh... I'm a student at the New York institute of design.

Isn't that wonderful. What are you studying?

Fashion. I just started.

Thank you.

Maybe she can make you some plastic seat covers for these.

Jenny called this morning.

My older sister... the good child.

So... how are the young ones?

Sara's taking riding lessons, and, strong-willed,

once she gets a mind, she's off to her room and there's no reaching her.

Oh, she gets that from her uncle Paul.

So son, how did you observe from...

Why... don't you tell us what you did today?

I don't know. Not much... slept late, breakfast.

Carrie and I just came from a party.

Why don't you tell them about it, Car?

Sweetheart, we know you are as mindful of this date as we are.

You know, actually, I'm just mindful of the time.

We have dinner reservations downtown, so... darling?

Paul, please. This is hard on all of us.

Yeah. Thank you for the drink, dad.

I love these family get together.

I'm sorry. It was nice to meet you both.

Kilroy! Kilroy, wait!

What's going on? - Nothing.

What were they talking about? What is so important about today?

Nothing! - That's crap, and you know it!

Why didn't you tell me you had a brother and sister?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I brought you here.

I'm sorry I turned them loose on you.

They were perfectly nice. You're the one who's being a jerk.

I just...

It's hard for me to see them.

It's...

We just... We are very different, okay?

No! It's not okay.

Not anymore. Stop it!

You can't push me away like you do everyone else. Your parents, your friends.

You ever had any?

Talk to me.

I cannot be him.

I never asked you to measure up to Mike.

I wasn't talking about him.

Rooster, do you have the wedding presents?

Yeah, I have them right here.

I'll get them inside to the buffet.

There you go.

Just bring everything right inside.

Rooster, don't forget the wedding cake.

I got it covered. Bye, darling.

All right, so what else needs to be done now?

You put the curtains up.

They look nice.

There were days I wish I hadn't.

They made me miss you.

I'm not sure I can go.

To the wedding? Then why did you come?

I promised Rooster, and...

I've broken way too many promises.

Then it sounds like you've made up your mind.

I guess I have.

You okay?

Rooster! You chicken son of a bitch.

Stop hiding. Everyone's waiting on us.

I'll get us seats.

You made it.

Well, here we go, big guy.

Okay, so I'm about to get married here,

and I'm either gonna need a best man or a six-pack.

All right.

And really... I have no idea.

I mean, what is she doing here?

I swear to you, I didn't know.

Cheers, guys. Mikey, right here, buddy.

Mind if I borrow this guy for a dance?

You paid for him. He's yours now.

I'm glad you came, Carrie. - You look beautiful.

We're having a barbecue down at the lake tomorrow.

You got to come. - What about your honeymoon?

Mmm, we just pushed it a couple days.

I mean, how often is this bunch gonna be together again?

I... I can't.

My plane leaves tomorrow afternoon.

Thank you, though.

I went back to school. Fashion design.

Very own uh...

Ann Taylor? - Yeah.

That is so great, Carrie.

You always had your own style. You'll be a real success.

Thank you, but first, I just have to go to class,

which is why I have to leave tomorrow.

I've missed a few already.

Ah, jeez, you and Christine both, huh?

Abandoning us in pursuit of education.

Well, you know what? More food for me, huh?

Or not. - Or not?

Very nice.

And lovin' every minute.

Good to see you, Care Bear.

Rooster seems so happy.

He deserves it. I don't know what I would have done without him.

I'm not mad at you if that's what you think.

Not anymore.

You're awfully forgiving.

I'm sorry. I can't deal with this.

Go on. I'm not going anywhere.

Jamie! Jamie, please stop!

It's okay. Carrie, whatever it is, it's okay.

No, it's not okay.

Stop!

I was wrong.

You needed me.

I was wrong not to be here for you.

Please tell me how your mom is.

She's... great.

You know, she's out of rehab for the fifth time.

Ironic, huh?

Is there anything I can do?

You mean before your plane leaves?

No, we're handling it.

Okay. - Should go check on him real soon.

Jamie, please, just listen to me.

I messed up... a lot.

I need you to know that...

You've always been a part of me.

That'll never change.

Nice place you got here.

You should see the bathroom. My dad went a little bit overboard.

It's the size of the astrodome.

Well, I guess we should say good night.

Can I ask you a question?

I think I owe you that much.

When you dove off the pier,

did you do it because of me?

No.

I did it because I was a jackass.

Now, can I ask you something?

Do you think we ever would have gotten married?

No... I don't.

I think I know why.

I think we sort of ran out of secrets.

You were trying to tell me, weren't you?

Can I help you lay down or something?

It's harder than you think. - What is?

Transferring me. Carrie offered.

Absolutely not. It's out of the question.

Losing first second.

She wouldn't lose me, jeez.

People have to be trained.

Then train her or just get out and let me fall into bed!

I'll be right back.

Mrs. Mayer?

It was a beautiful wedding.

It was very sweet of you to throw it for Joan and Rooster so Mike could be there.

You must be exhausted.

It's no problem for me to extend myself for people I love.

Why don't you and Mr. Mayer go out tomorrow night?

I can stay with Mike for a while.

Don't you have to go back to New York?

I can put it off for a day or two.

How generous of you. - I'd really like to do this.

No. I'm sorry. You're not reliable.

So why don't you just get on with your life?

And I assure you, we will find a way to get on with ours.

I've imagined this moment a million times.

You have a visitor.

Kilroy.

Simon told me you came home.

Just for a few days.

I wouldn't have blamed you if it was for longer.

I was an idiot.

I came here to tell you that.

You don't need to apologize.

I owe you that much.

It was my brother.

Who?

The one you asked me about.

The one you reminded me of in the museum.

He was...

He was 21... when he died.

Kilroy, what was his name?

You wouldn't believe me.

Tell me anyway.

Michael. Thomas Michael Fraser.

It's perfect, isn't it?

Both of us running from a tragedy named Mike.

I was driving home from school...

This car... shows up just out of nowhere.

The driver fell asleep at the wheel,

and he weaves into our lane. - Oh, my god.

Clearly, it wasn't your fault.

That's what my parents said...

right after the funeral, right before they took off on a Caribbean cruise.

I mean, clearly, they had nothing to feel guilty about.

People grieve differently, Kilroy.

We would walk into a room, and he was the one people saw.

You know, so open, so curious.

He was the one with all the promise.

Just like you.

I love you, Carrie.

You do? - Yeah.

That's what I wanted to say.

That's... why I came here...

to tell you that I want you to come back.

I want us to start over.

I'm glad.

I'm glad you know what you want.

That wasn't quite the response I was hoping for.

I don't know what I want.

I do know that you're right.

We both ran from our tragedies.

Look what it did to us.

You never got your chance to make peace with it.

I do.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that I can't come back with you.

Ever?

That's not what I'm saying.

Just...

We each have our demons.

I can't help you fight yours... till I have some time to fight mine.

Carrie...

Don't be afraid of the truth, Kilroy.

It's an untenable position.

Don't you think?

Cheers. - Oh, cheers you both.

Cheers to getting married.

I thought you were leaving.

So did I.

Ah, well, we were just gonna go for a walk.

Jamie and I wanted to show Joan the point,

so we'll be back in a bit. Then more lunch, buddy.

Hey, I hear you're gonna be a big fashion designer.

Um, yeah, maybe.

Didn't I always say you could make a ton of money sewing?

Hey, maybe you'll make something for me one of these days.

Who says you can afford me?

How long you staying?

I'm here now.

Mike Mayer returns to Clausen's pier!

How does love change?

The better question is how do we change because of love?

The answer?!

Continuously, foolishly, endlessly.

written down by drdamjan