Don't give it away.
I can lend you what you need.

No, Howard. Oh, God, no.
Thank you, though.

No. You've been... You've been
incredible to me through all this,...

- ..but I've gotta try and get my own life...
- What can you do in New York?

I don't know. I...
Maybe my photography again. I was...
Or sometimes I think
about writing, but I don't know.

It's awful, isn't it, at my age
to be floundering around so?

I just... I don't know what I want.
A child. I'd love to have a child.
Lane, did you, by any chance,
finish those chapters I gave you?

- Yeah, almost. They're wonderful.
- I thought about them. I'm discouraged.

- You shouldn't be. You're wrong.
- I just wanna start over, again.

You can't tear up
everything you write, you know.

Otherwise of course you have
to take tranquillisers to calm down.

It seems so futile.
I was supposed to be finished by now.

Next week is Labor Day.
I have to be back at my job the day after.

If you wouldn't let
my mother seduce you...

Now, her life would make
a fascinating book.

Why? What's so fascinating
about her frivolous existence?

That she left my father,
who was a wonderful man,...

..for a gangster who beat her up?
You think that's compelling?

Was it the shooting? That wasn't
fascinating. That was pathetic.

Maybe it's that she's a survivor, and
the book I'm writing is about surviving.

You're right. She went on with her life,
but I get stuck with the nightmares.

Excuse me. Uh...
Diane wanted some ice cubes
and you seem to be out.

Um, there's a... there's an ice machine
just outside the back door.

And you're wrong to think your mother
didn't suffer terribly over that whole affair.

Right. Poor thing
She experienced a little hearing loss
in her left ear from the gunshot.

Noise trauma.
The only point I wanted to make -
and I didn't mean to upset you -