A Little Help Page #6

or something.

Don't joke, Laura.

I wasn't.

Look, Laurie,

it's nothing bad,

we just want to help you

sort out some things right now.

Okay.

I mean, you're devastated,

we all are,

but there are things

that need to be taken care of...

Important things that no one was

thinking about until two days ago.

(Sighs)

Like what?

Well, first of all,

finances.

What's the situation?

Like, what investments, how much life

insurance did Bob set up... do you know?

Um, not offhand.

But, overall, are you set up

to get enough income?

I don't...

You don't know?

You don't know if you're gonna be able to

pay your mortgage and feed your child?

Not offhand.

Kathy, just...

Keep going.

All right, look,

Paul and I know a good lawyer.

Now, he is willing to sit down

and go over things with you

and help you figure out

where you're at.

You already talked to him?

About me?

Yes, Laura, I talked to him

about you, because obviously

you're not thinking about

these things right now.

Did you consider

asking me first? It is my life.

She is only trying to help you.

Now, frankly, I think you

should show her a little bit...

(Warren urinating)

For Christ's sake, Warren,

close the door!

I'm trying to stay

in the conversation, all right?

(Warren passes gas)

(Sighs)

(Starts urinating again)

Go and talk

to the attorney, Laura.

There is something else, too.

Dennis.

Your father and I feel

very strongly that,

when the school year begins,

you must switch him from public

school to Newbury Friends School.

Now, we are prepared

to pay his entire tuition.

Mom, I told you this

six months ago,

he doesn't want to go, okay?

We only applied

because you made us.

He needs the structure.

He needs the attention

they can provide.

Mother, it doesn't

make any sense

for us to commute from Port

to Huntington.

It's a half-hour drive, he doesn't

know any of the other kids there.

You listen to me,

young lady!

Without his father around,

that boy is in trouble...

Deep trouble.

And he needs more help

than he can get from a mother

who is nothing more than a spoiled,

self-indulgent teenager.

You do this, you know.

You bring this on yourself.

(Chuckles)

Okay, then.

##

- Hey.

- Hey.

Wow.

He's getting really,

really good.

I know, isn't he?

When he was a kid, he was just

this sweet, dumb f***-up,

but he always had soul.

It was just a matter

of how it was gonna come out.

- Well, there it is.

- Yeah.

Maybe taking him with me

to the radio station

all these years,

maybe that helped.

I don't know.

You're a good dad, Paul.

(Siren wailing)

Man on radio:
And it's back

to school day, kiddies...

pencils, books, dirty looks,

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