Paint It Black Page #4

Mm.

We even ate the eyeballs.

And the cheeks.

That's the delicacy.

Do you think it's awful that I

didn't know my own son

any better?

I...

I don't think

anybody knows everything

about somebody.

Excuse me.

You're Meredith loewy,

aren't you?

Yes.

- I saw you

in San Francisco last year.

You were amazing.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.

That's very kind.

- Are you planning on

being on tour anytime soon?

Uh, yes, very soon, in fact.

I look forward to it.

I was very sorry

to hear about your son.

Thank you.

Must be nice,

people respecting you like that.

- Yes, it would appear

that way to you, wouldn't it?

So do you date?

Date?

Dating, to date somebody?

I mean, that guy was pretty hot.

- That's a little juvenile,

don't you think?

So I guess not?

Well, I'm... I'm not celibate.

Michael thought you were.

- I didn't wave my relationships

under his nose.

I once had an affair

with a Czech violinist.

He was impossible.

Should I have forced

my sex life on him?

Would that have

been less oedipal?

More?

I don't know.

I was all he had.

Josie, I'd like to

ask you a favor.

I'd like to see

where Michael lived.

He's gone.

I just want to see.

Yeah, that...

That's why you're

being so nice to me...

- Josie...

- Right?

- People say things

when they're upset.

Do.

I think you meant to say,

people do things

when they're upset.

Well.

You remind me of Michael.

Very pigheaded.

Oh, come on.

I'm just asking to see it,

for Christ sake.

I'm not asking to move in.

Hmm?

You could, uh,

take your coat off

if you want.

- He was always so gifted

with portraiture.

Hmm.

We loved this.

May I have this?

This isn't a shopping trip.

Hey, hey.

Those are

his private journals.

- They're just

artifacts now, Josie...

please.

It's your house.

"Seor music"?

- Um, yeah, Michael

used to play piano

for, like, kids' dance classes,

so they called him

seor music.

Michael?

Michael abhorred children.

He didn't hate children.

We even talked

about having a baby.

- Well, thank god

for small mercies.

Cut.

Kay, I need my viewfinder.

- It's lighter,

it's lighter Freud.

Emotionally, it's

relatively a joke.

This, this one here.

Mm-hmm.

Hello?

It's Josie.

Josie?

Josie, it's... it's late.

- You said to call

if I ever needed you,

and I f***ing need you, Cal.

Meredith.

Meredith,

she took everything.

- I don't have anyone

to call.

No one.

Please, Cal, please,

would you call her for me?

Okay, please?

- Look, th-there's

nothing I can do.

And even if I called her,

she wouldn't listen to me.

Josie, look,

it's the middle of the night.

Let's talk in the morning,

and I'll try to help, okay?

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