September Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1987
- 83 min
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didn't suffer terribly over that whole affair.
Right. Poor thing
She experienced a little hearing loss
in her left ear from the gunshot.
Noise trauma.
The only point I wanted to make -
and I didn't mean to upset you -
..is that some people are survivors and
some let life's tragedies annihilate them.
- This is just one of the cruelties of living.
- And in your book that idea is moving.
But the story of a 14-year-old girl
who kills her mother's lover is... sleazy.
And the trial was sleazy
and he was sleazy.
And my mother was
completely unconcerned.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'll get you those pages.
And they're good, you know, despite what
you think. I won't let you tear them up.
- Very good. I'm very impressed.
- You liked that?
Oh!
I didn't know
you were a pool player.
Now you know.
Did you ever get a chance
to play that record I got you?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
I play it all the time.
It's so beautiful.
I was just listening to it last night.
Somehow I knew you'd like it.
Did I hear you say
your book was about survival?
Yeah, well, it's not really about survival.
It's about, you know. It's about everything.
Oh, really?
Like the Encyclopaedia Britannica.
Excuse me.
I'd better get those papers and work.
Howard, it's so unlike you to be rude.
We don't need another book on survival.
We already have the Boy Scout manual.
Lane says he's talented.
Well, if he's such a hotshot, why's he
wasting his life on Madison Avenue?
deodorant ads is more within his grasp.
I'm surprised at you.
You're the kindest man,...
..and you can't bring yourself to say
one good word about Peter.
He's OK. I don't mean he's a bad person.
But I can't stand that Lane
gets so moonstruck over his line.
- I mean, she blushes when he's around.
- Now you sound jealous.
What's the difference?
She's going away anyhow.
I knew that was bothering you.
If you could have seen her at the
beginning of the year when she came up.
She was in such bad shape. She needed
someone to take care of her so badly.
She's very fragile.
We used to spend
long afternoons together,...
..winter evenings listening to music.
It was such a pleasure watching her gain
strength and begin to enjoy things more.
I remember one night I was home alone
after we'd seen a movie together...
..and I noticed that I missed her and
I couldn't wait to see her the next day.
And that's when I realised
I never wanted her to leave here.
- Oh, Howard.
- Thank you.
I never said anything. I knew she was
through a terrible time and not over it.
I didn't think she was ready to hear
that someone had become...
..dependent on her.
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