The Savages Page #2

He is writing with his sh*t, Jon!

Our father!

Do not leave me alone with this!

I'm not leaving you alone.

I'm just hanging up.

- We'll talk tomorrow. Okay?

- We don't even know where the man lives anymore.

You want to know where he lives?

Sun City.

Have you ever heard of that?

In the middle of the desert somewhere.

We're gonna have to

go out there and find him.

We are not gonna have to

go out there and find him.

Wendy, we are not

in a Sam Sheppard play.

We're gonna have to do something.

This is a crisis.

Look, I don't think

this actually qualifies as a crisis.

It's an alarm, okay?

But it's not a crisis, not yet.

- You mean, it's like we're in Orange.

- What?

Yeah. Right, exactly.

But we're in Yellow, okay?

So we should just... be aware...

and be cautious.

And when it hits Red,

then we're in trouble.

Okay?

Your color, right?

Ms. Metzger? Ravishing Red?

Uh, right?

See? Good color, right?

Sexy. Okay.

Oh, my goodness.

Ms. Metzger?

Andy, it's me, Jon.

Good, good.

I'm, uh, still plugging away

on that Brecht book.

Yeah, well, he's a complex man.

And you?

Oh, yeah, I heard

Stanford's playing footsie with you.

That's great. Oh, great.

Look, I need a favor.

Well, it's kind of last minute.

I'm out of town, actually.

Arizona.

Yeah, it's a family thing.

No, nothing serious. It's my father.

No, he's just, uh...

his girlfriend died.

Yeah. And, uh, he's getting pretty old

himself, I guess, like everybody.

Yeah. Well, that's what

I was gonna ask you.

It's my 9:
00 am. on Monday.

"Oedipal Rage and Beckett,"

of all things.

- I have to stop at baggage claim.

- Hold on. Hold on a second.

- You checked luggage? We're only here for a day.

- Two days and one night.

Excuse me

if I plan on changing my clothes.

Sorry. Uh, it's my sister.

- I gained some weight.

- I didn't say anything.

Kasia didn't have you pack

a button-down?

- What is this, a goddamn fashion show?

- No.

It's just, when someone dies,

people dress up.

She's moving back to Poland.

- What, you and Kasia broke up?

- Her visa expired.

S... So that's it?

Her visa expires, so... so it's over?

Well, it's either that

or we get married...

and no one's ready for that, okay?

You've been together for over three years.

You're 42 years old...

Wendy, I really don't need romantic advice

from my little sister at the moment.

Let's just take care of the situation

and stay out of each other's sh*t, okay?

I'm just trying to talk about it.

Well, we're not in therapy right now.

We're in real life.

Oh, here. I almost forgot.

Shoot. We have to sign this.

They didn't have a very big selection.

Is this okay?

"These words, we hope,

may ease your loss.

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