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hwp Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
Let go! Let go! Stop!
Damn. Richard Ellespeare died.
- He was a professor of mine at Harvard. - No!
- He was a novelist, humanitarian. - Hey, hey, back there.
- Published eight novels, including the best seller... - Stop it! Quit it!
Hopes Way, for which he won the Pulitzer Prize.
- What kind of man was this? - A man who pursues excellence and nothing less.
- Dad? - Yes?
I have to go to the bathroom.
Cant you hold it till we get there?
Mmm, yes. I guess...
I can practice mind over matter.
Atta girl.
Oh, look at the baby cows, Ellie!
Oh, my God! Look at them.
Im reading, Mom. And baby cows are calves.
I was never close to my mother growing up.
ls that something Mr. Best is going to use against me?
Ellen, the D.A.s not going to use anything against you.
Mrs. Best, his wife, was a friend of my mothers.
Do I need an attorney?
Nobody in this office is accusing you of anything.
Were well aware that this kind of thing happens...
all the time with terminal patients.
Its... Its a small town. People talk.
The D.A. wants to be able to say that he looked into it...
and he can put it to bed.
What can I say? Its an election year.
Anyway, were you aware that an autopsy was being performed on your mothers body?
Yes, uh-huh, at her request.
Uh, actually to find out the source of the disease.
Primarily for my benefit.
Mm-hmm. Where are you living now?
In New York. Ive been there since I finished Harvard.
This living in the suburbs is going to kill me.
Hey, Tweedy, the Bearstone Ladies predict a stock market crash next month.
- Finish the captions on the junk shot, Casey. - Theyre antiques.
- Ive got a pulse. Ive got to check this again. - Tweedy.
This story is too good.
Senator Sullivan, youngest guy ever to be elected to the Senate.
His father was a drug dealer, he overcomes that... excuse me...
is on his way to big things, possibly the presidency...
- until he crashes his car into a tree, kills everyone inside... - That was actually final draft?
while hes on cocaine.
I mean, this is not just good. This is great.
Shakespearean. Sins of the father revisited on the son...
- etcetera, etcetera. - Weve got no interview. Hes not talking.
- I can get him to talk. I promise you. - Hes checking into rehab.
Some people in town are describing you as...
cold and insensitive.
Um...
Ambition is Ellen Guldens religion.
- Shes condescending. Shes remote, whatever. - I can get him to talk.
Well, I was ambitious.
I stilI am.
My father taught me to work very hard at everything I do, and I always have.
Im not tired.
- So you were living a pretty normal life in New York? - Uh-huh.
- Apartment? - Uh-huh.
- Roommate? - No. No roommate.
- Boyfriend? - Boyfriend.
- Honey, please let me explain. - Jordan, just get out of here.
- I dont want to see you anymore. - Come on. I got...
Im standing out here. I got wine, candles. I got the whole kit.
Just go away, Jordan.
El, can I just talk to you for five minutes, please? Ill explain everything.
- Go away! - We were together...
since senior year in college.
This one was the last time, okay?
Well, not together. We, uh... We took breaks.
You know, a lot of breaks.
Thats mean. Thats not funny.
- He just needed some space. - Space named Linda.
Im sorry. Was that her name? Lori? I dont remember.
- Oh, youre so mean. - ls that not her name?
- That... Youre so mean. - Dont get me wrong.
I like him.
Of course, it was, um, Jules, my best girlfriend...
who, uh, came home with me to celebrate my fathers birthday.
Jordan, um, as usual, had something he had to do.
Oh, this ought to be good.
"Come as your favorite literary character". I dont know why...
my mom cant just throw a normal birthday party.
Ellie, its going to be perfectly fine.
Thank you. Thanks.
- Hey! - Whoo-hoo!
- Hi. - Hi.
- Oh, good hat. Uh-huh. - Really good hat. Really good everything.
Thanks. Whatd you guys come dressed as?
The Sylvia Plath twins?
- Brian, you know I cant do costumes. - Why?
- Its just so... Mom. - Human?
- So what have you guys been up to? - God!
- Ooh. Mm-hmm. - Its writing and deadlines.
Take me away.
- Okay. - Oh, wait!
Somebody just finished summer school, didnt he? Congratulations!
- Actually, I didnt finish. - Thats great!
What?
I, Brian Gulden...
son of Mr. American Literature and the romantics, failed American Literature.
Youre serious?
- Yeah. - Well, way to go.
- How did you do that? - I blew the test, Ellen.
Brian.
Did you tell Dad?
No.
Just cause Im failing doesnt make me a moron.
Yoo-hoo! Hi!
- There she is. - Hi, Mom.
Your dads not here. The coast is clear. Gimme! Gimme!
Gimme! Hi, Jules.
Hi.
- Hi. You too. - Good to see you.
- Let me get your... - Oh, no, no, no. I got it.
- Are you sure? Okay. - Yeah, yeah. Thanks. Oh, thank you.
- Wow. - Thank you.
You got a cab? I would have sent Brian to come and pick you up.
- You should have told me. - Oh, thats okay.
Come in. Come in, come in, come in.
- God, this must have taken you days. - Oh, well, yes.
- Jules, you look wond
