The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him Page #2

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I'm not going back

to that apartment ever.

OK.

Some days everything seems fine,

but then I hit the afternoon,

and it all goes to sh*t.

I know.

I mean, I don't know, but...

We can get out of here.

We can go wherever you want.

I think we should take a break.

What?

No.

I'm so sorry, but no f***in' way.

- Conor. Conor.

- No f***in' way.

Please, El? Please?

Do not pick up and bail on me?

You're the star

of my life story.

Please be cool about this.

Be cool?

How do you expect me to react?

"Gee, El, that sounds dandy. "

"Yeah, yeah, let's call it quits.

That, that sounds... reasonable,

in terms of the last seven years

of my life. "

I need to start from scratch.

Alone. Just try some

other version of myself.

There's no "scratch," Eleanor.

Maybe, but that's what I want.

What if what you want is wrong?

Where have you been, Conor,

for the last six months?

Why does it feel like I've had

to go through all this on my own?

I don't know.

I don't know,

'cause I've been here with you.

Please, just let me go.

You don't understand.

Just"

Just let me

disappear for a while.

Baby...

just tell me what to do.

You'll figure it out.

Hello?

Hey. I'm looking

for Conor and Eleanor Ludlow.

Yeah. Conor.

You think if I fall to my knees,

everything will be all right?

Well, no.

I mean, losing a child's

not an easy thing to explain.

What the f*** do I have to explain?

Nothing. You...

Nothing. You don't have

to explain anything.

I... I just, I wanted you

to have this.

Do you know how many of you

a**holes we've had to deal with

in the last couple of months?

Um... no, I don't.

I'd appreciate it if you'd

get away from my door now.

That's brutal.

Yeah, that is, uh...

that is brutal, man.

Maybe she wants you to go after her.

No. She doesn't.

Maybe wait a couple of days,

then go after her?

Stu, don't.

Well, I guess...

it was gonna happen...

sooner or later.

- Shut the f*** up.

- OK, I'm sorry,

I don't know what to say.

What am I supposed to say?

You don't have to say anything.

Just... just shut up,

drink and... talk

about the weather.

Hey, uh, the dude at table two

says he's gonna kick your ass

if he doesn't get

his chicken satay soon.

Well, he can suck my balls.

Well, maybe you

should tell him that yourself.

- Table two?

- Mm-hmm.

I'll deal With it.

Hey, we're out of beer.

What? How can we be out of beer?

We got two boxes back there.

Go and check...

You don't throw sh*t in my place, man.

- What's your problem?

- Where's our f***ing food, man?

- Listen, don't threaten my chef.

- OK, calm down.

Don't tell me to f***ing calm down.

Hey!

If you threaten my chef again, I will

dropkick you out of the f***ing door.

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