Wish Upon Page #4

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Dad.

Dad! Are you listening to... God!

You never listen to anything I say!

(STOMPING ON STAIRS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Come on.

I wish...

I wish that Uncle August

would leave me everything.

So there.

God, Clare, you're so stupid.

(PHONE RINGING)

Uh, thank you for calling.

What's going on, Dad?

You're never gonna believe this.

What?

Apparently, you weren't cut out of his will.

How much do we get?

All of it, buddy.

No way.

Yes... way.

(EXHALES)

Yes!

Yes! Yes! What?

Yes!

You're gonna...

- take the sax with us?

- Why not?

No, you just you haven't played since mom...

You never know.

I'm so happy for you.

Sweetheart.

Come visit, or you'll hurt my feelings.

- Of course.

- Okay.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Dad?

- Down here, bud.

- What are you waiting for? Get in!

- Okay, okay, okay.

Oh, my God!

Call the girls.

# 'Cause all we ever wanted #

# Was to feel like this #

# All we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

# Was to feel like this #

# Feel like this it's all we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

Um, Clare, that thing is,

like, eight hundred dollars.

I know.

Yeah, so if you buy it, you're an a**hole.

Totally.

You want one?

No! Wait, I'm not that psycho shallow,

dude. Come on.

June?

I love you. You're my bestest friend ever.

- Okay, let's go.

- Yeah, let's go.

Damn!

Peer pressure.

# All we ever wanted #

# Was to feel like this #

Out of the way, peasants.

# ... we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

# All we ever wanted #

# Was to feel like this #

# Feel like this it's all we ever wanted #

(CAMERA CLICKS)

- Bye, guys!

- BOTH :
Bye!

(GRINDING)

(RATTLING NOISE)

(FAINT RATTLE)

(WHIRRING AND OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(HISSING AND BUBBLING)

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(TICKING AND OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC)

(RATTLING NOISE)

Hmm...

(GRINDING SOUND)

(WHIMPERING)

(WAILING)

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(CRUNCHING)

(METALLIC CLICK)

(KNOCKING)

DAD :
I found something you might like.

- CLARE :
Yeah?

- Yeah.

They're your mother's.

I found them when I was packing up our stuff.

Wow.

I forgot how good she was.

Where do you think you get it from?

Some of these are so happy.

So was she.

Until she wasn't.

Why do you think she did it?

Buddy, I've been asking myself that

every single day for the last 12 years.

Still don't have an answer.

Do you think I'm like her?

Course you are.

No, no, no, sweetie, no.

Not like that.

What I mean is, you're smart and funny,

you don't take people's crap.

Well, statistically, if you have a parent

that committed suicide...

Clare, she was a good woman,

but she had a rough childhood.

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