French Exit2020

Franklin:
Hey, Malcolm?

Malcolm:
Yes, Dad?

Franklin:
What do you think of all this?

Malcolm:
Of all what?

Franklin:
Your mother wants to kill your father.

Malcolm:
Yeah.

Franklin:
Any thoughts on it?

Malcolm:
To be honest, Dad, I'd just as soon not get involved.

Franklin:
Nice. That's nice. That's family for you.

Malcolm:
[clears his throat] I guess what I really mean to say, dad, is: I don't know that it's fair for you to ask me to weigh in on something so personal as this considering the fact that I don't know who you are, have never known who you are, and not because I didn't want to but because you never so much as parted the curtain for me, never showed me the slightest preference or kindness, even as a child, when I worshipped you and all I ever wished for was for you to take me by the hand and walk me through any motherfucking park, pat me on the f***ing head, for Christ’s sake was I that repellent a creature to you?