After Ryan's Funeral

Our scene begins at Lucy's apartment. Kevin sits at the table and Lucy brings him a glass of white wine.

K: "Don't you find it incredibly sad--thank you--that Ryan inhabited this planet for over thirty years and only three people showed up to bury him? One that knew him for a couple of months, one that didn't know him at all and me."

L: "Yes, Kevin, you're right, it was sad. It was probably the dreariest burial ever, but, please, please, I desperately don't want you to dwell on Ryan anymore. He's gone. You've said good-bye. You even cried for him. Please, let it go."

K: "Lucy, thinking about him doesn't equal obsession. Trust me, I'm not looking for psychological minutiae to link me to a serial killer. I'm simply mourning my twin. But something is bothering me."

L: "What?"

K: "The way he died. It doesn't make any sense."

L: "People have heart attacks."

K: "I know that, but I checked his medical records, I was right, he had no history of heart trouble, ever."

L: "How do you think you know if you have heart trouble? You have a heart attack. What do you think happens, that it sneaks up on you in little combat boots and says `warning, warning?' No, it attacks, so that's how you know if you have heart trouble, you've been having a heart attack. That's it. Kevin, have you had an EKG?"

K: "There's nothing wrong with me."

L: "I disagree. You're all interior again and you're frowning. Kevin, I am not going to just sit her twiddling my thumbs and watch you sink in quick sand over Ryan again. You are absolutely right, it's sad, it's unfortunate, it's a waste, but you have mourned him, now please, let's just get on with your life."

K: "I'm sorry. I wasn't aware of the 24-hour cutoff period for grief."

L: "OK, you have the blues, we will wallow in it."

K: "Beg your pardon?"

L: "Mary Mae Ward is singing the blues down at Luke's and I had the foresight to make reservations days ago."

K: "The blues?"

(Lucy helps Kevin with his coat and scarf...)

L: "Yes, say you'll go."

K: "Think she takes requests?"

L: "Oh, good answer..."

(They hug and Kevin flashes one of those megawatt smiles...)

K: "You know, you have no idea how deeply it touches me that you worry, but you don't have to. I feel bad about Ryan's death, but that's the whole of it. He can't hurt us. He can't come between us and he can't drag me back into anything. He's gone."

(At Luke's, Lucy and Kevin talk with Luke and Mike.)

Lucy: Did Luke happen to mention to you that this place probably never would have opened if it hadn't been for me?

Mike: No, I never heard that.

Lucy: Well, I saved his life, didn't I?

Luke: Sure did, babe.

Mike: That must make for fascinating reading.

Kevin: I'm waiting for the movie myself.

Lucy: Did you happen to know you should have named this club after me because of all this? Lucy's...

Luke: Why didn't I think of that? I tell you what, as a booby prize, we'll send over a bottle of our finest champagne.

Kevin: That's an exceptionally fair compromise.

Mike: May I show you to your table?

Luke: And enjoy the show. If you want anything, ask me personally.

Lucy: Hmmm... hmmm... you know I adore special treatment.

Luke: Don't get used to it.

Lucy: Thank you.

Mike: I'll send that bottle of champagne right over.

Kevin: Thank you.

(Mike leaves as Kevin and Lucy are seated. Lucy continues her attempts to cheer Kevin...)

L: "You know, I really love this place. Every time I walk in I feel so happy, which is rather remarkable, isn't it? Because this is a blues club. Happy blues? That's an oxymoron, isn't it?"

K: "Yeah, I suppose it is."

L: "This was a good idea, wasn't it?"

K: "Just what the doctor ordered." In fact, let's order drinks."

(Kevin is so preoccupied, he's clearly forgotten that a bottle of champagne is on the way... Later, Kevin is still so lost in thought, Lucy pokes him to get his attention.)

L: "Stop that."

K: "What?"

L: "You are supposed to be at least trying to have a good time."

K: "I'm sorry, I am, I really am. It's just that I cannot, for the life of me, shake this feeling that something's wrong."

L: "Ryan is dead. Grace is dead. Everybody is dead, so what could possibly be wrong?"

K: "I don't know and I don't know how to explain it. It's like having a sixth sense. Ryan used to call it `the twin thing,' which is as good a way to describe it as any. All I know is that I can't get over the feeling that there is something wrong. I can feel it."

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