Catherine O'Hara: Gail Lynden

Future Days

Gail Lynden

Gail: Your turn. Say the thing you're afraid to say. I can help you. Say it out loud, no matter what it is, no matter how bad. I promise, I will help. Did you do something to her?
[Joel shakes his head]
Gail: Did you hurt her?
Joel Miller: No, no.
Gail: Then, what? What did you do?
Joel Miller: [after a moment of looking conflicted, stiffens and stands up] I saved her.

Gail: Tell you what - let's try something different.
Joel Miller: Like what?
Gail: Like not pretending you have the most boring problem in the world.
[Mocking Joel]
Gail: "Oh, a 19-year-old daughter. She's acting toward me like every 19-year-old daughter has ever acted toward their dad, ever." What is this, our fifth session? Are you just gonna keep grouching on like this every time?
Joel Miller: Aren't you supposed to be validating me or somethin'?
Gail: Oh, yeah, actually, I am. Uh, but I'm not gonna do it anymore, because you're lying to me, and it's exhausting.
[Joel scoffs]
Gail: Yes, you are, Joel. Yes, you are. I've done this long enough to know when somebody is leaving something out. And you are definitely leaving something out. And you want me to validate that? No. In fact, fuck no.

Joel Miller: [Looking at Gail's cup of whiskey] That's not your first one of the day.
Gail: Oh, no, it isn't. And before, when I said I was sad, that wasn't true either.
Joel Miller: I'll just come back another day.
[Starts to get up]
Gail: Should I say it out loud?
[Joel slowly sits back down]
Gail: Yeah, I should. You can't heal something unless you're brave enough to say it out loud.
[pause]
Gail: I'm scared, though. I'm scared to say it... which is why I have to.
[Takes a breath]
Gail: You shot and killed my husband. You killed Eugene, and I resent you for it. No, maybe a little more than that. I hate you for it. I hate you for it. And, yes, I know you had no choice. I know that. I know I should forgive you. Well, I've tried, and I can't... because of *how* you did it. And looking at your face, sitting in our home... makes me so fucking angry. There it is. I've said it. I'm ashamed, but it's in the air, and I can't take it back. And now, maybe there's a chance I can make things right with you.