never had the privilege...
of meeting Leon Sparks.
Or Sparky,
as he was affectionately known
throughout the film community.
But his reputation
for kindness,
friendship,
creating excellence...
was legend.
Alex. Hello, Zach.
You changed
your telephone number.
Look. I wanna talk to you,
for Christ's sake.
- Could we have dinner? Alex.
- No.
I'm in trouble.
I thought...
- Could we just maybe go someplace and talk?
- No.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Sorry it wasn't nice
seeing you again, Zach.
- You ready?
- Anytime you are.
If you feel like it,
come by for dinner tonight.
8:00. Bye, Jake.
Bye.
- Hello, Danny.
- Good evening, Mr. Hutton.
- You're looking well.
- Thank you.
- They are in the living room.
- "They"?
We thought we'd drive
through Arizona, New Mexico.
See that part of the country,
and then...
- Hello.
- Zach.
Zach, this is Rebecca Simms.
Zachary Hutton.
- Rebecca.
- How do you do?
I'd do a lot better
if I had a drink. Danny?
- Banzai Sunset.
- It pays to have roots.
- You remember Mama.
- Sure do.
Hi, Marge, Harry.
Hello, Zachary.
Who gave you the black eye?
Why? Do you want
to congratulate him personally?
No. A telegram will do it.
She hasn't lost her twinkle.
So, Becky, what?
Are you Greg's main squeeze?
- "Squeeze"?
- Yes. Contemporary nomenclature, right, Greg?
I've heard the expression.
Never used it.
Oh. Well, neither have I.
It was my first time.
So how come, uh...
I thought you were in school.
- Summer vacation.
- Oh, of course.
- How old are you now? Nineteen?
- Twenty.
Oh. It goes by
so bloody fast.
Are you going to Brown?
No, I quit Brown.
I'm going to Juilliard.
Julliard.
Well, how about...
That's what I want.
Bless you.
Greg is studying
piano and composition.
I'll be damned. Mmm.
I didn't know you were
that interested in music.
Probably because
you never thought to ask.
- That's not fair.
- But accurate.
Fair doesn't count? Come on. Greg, you were
only interested in rock, like any kid your age.
He never gave me a clue. He never
went near a piano. You know that.
You want accurate? You certainly
never took the time to tell me.
I hate to use the argument,
but I was just a kid, Zach.
- That's a kid's argument, Greg.
- Dinner is served.
Let's see if we can get
through the salad course...
without a 15-yard penalty, hmm?
Zach would rather play in a jazz band
than write the great American novel.
One does what one must.
But you've already written
one of the great American novels.
Hang Time
is almost as great.
If you play the piano as well as you
write, you're one hell of a musician.
Confidentially, these days I'm a lot
better piano player than a writer.
Uh-huh.
I was only 15, and I saw
The Devil May Care six times.
- No, really?
- Rebecca's a drama major at Brown.
She just wrote and directed
her first play.
- Terrific.
- No, it wasn't.
But hopefully one profits
by one's mistakes.
Hopefully.
Did you? You must
have made some mistakes.
A few.
- For instance?
- Coming here for dinner.
- I was being serious.
- So was Zach.
What were you saying
about being fair, Zach?
- I'm sorry, Becky.
- It's okay.
- Do me a favor, Zach?
- Name it, Becky.
Don't call me Becky.
I fucking hate it.
- I'm truly sorry, Rebecca. It
fucking won't happen again. - Mm-hmm.
Either make more trips
or get me a bigger glass.
Yes, sir.
Oh, hold it.
- What is this?
- Brandy.
Brandy's good too.
Look, Marge. I know in the past
we've had our share of disagreements...
Oh, sorry. Almost sat on Harry.
Can I get you something?
A gun.
I'll see what I can do.
For what it's worth,
I didn't expect it to be
this kind of an evening.
I've had worse.
The day we broke up was worse.
Not much worse, but...
I don't think Greg has
quite forgiven you...
Greg... has really grown up
to be quite a young pain in the ass.