Shadows in the Sun Page #5

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- You're a fan?

- No, I didn't say that.

- Jeremy.

Actually, I would say that

your themes are all the same...

that your narration

lacks depth and imagination.

- Jeremy.

- Your prose struggles for wit.

Overall, your style is sluggish at best...

and contains absolutely nothing...

that your average Joe with a typewriter

couldn't produce.

[Thudding]

[Jeremy groaning]

- He punched me in the nose.

- You'll live. I'll drive.

Your trusty steed shall carry us to battle well.

[Laughing]

JEREMY:
No, no, no, no, no, no.

[Cars thudding]

Oh, my God. Weldon, no. Please, please, no.

Weldon!

[Exclaiming]

[Weldon laughing uproariously]

That was great, wasn't it?

You are completely out of your mind.

- You know that, right?

- Don't you feel it?

Feel what?

- Oh, my God.

- Life!

Will you sit down, you maniac!

[Chuckling]

Okay, I'm serious, stop now. Brake, brake.

[Both yelling]

We're having some people

up at the house tomorrow.

Why don't you come by?

Thought you didn't like me.

I don't, but I dislike you

less than I did yesterday.

[Woman singing melancholy Italian song]

Ciao, Isabella. Weldon?

[Speaking in Italian]

Hi.

Still mad?

Someone could have got killed yesterday.

In all fairness,

it wasn't entirely your father's fault.

Exactly.

He gets into enough trouble on his own.

He doesn't need help from anyone.

But, look, I'm sorry,

but Ian McBain was saying...

that he was all dried up

and living on past glories.

I couldn't just stand there

and let him say those things.

I love my father very much...

but tell me,

which part of that statement isn't true?

That's an awfully cruel thing to say

about your own father, don't you think?

Really?

- Well, yes. I mean, it's none of my business

- No. I know what you see.

You see the great Weldon Parish...

a man's man...

a man who lives life

on his own terms, and others be damned.

But you don't have to pick up the pieces.

You don't have to watch a man

who was once strong and gentle...

slowly destroying himself.

How long has it been like that?

Since the day he stopped writing.

Are you saying

you think he still wants to write?

Of course he wants to write.

- Then why doesn't he?

- Because he's afraid.

He's afraid that what was once...

great about him is gone.

He's afraid that Ian McBain is right.

Jeremy, these are

my two other daughters, Dinnie...

- Hello.

...and Maura.

Pleasure to meet you both.

WELDON:
Jeremy Taylor.

Buon appetito.

- Appetito.

- Appetito.

I didn't see you at mass

this morning, Mr. Taylor.

Oh, are you Catholic?

- No, I'm not.

- Careful, he'll try to convert you.

I know. He's already tried, actually.

What does it matter what religion we are?

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