A Little Help Page #7

Woman:
McDare and Arnold?

Yeah, this is Julie. Who's this?

Um, I don't, uh...

I mean, I really wanna

help you, Mrs. Pehlke.

It's just that lawyer guy

said it's, like, illegal to...

No, I know.

Well he just said

if I don't tell the tru...

Okay.

Okay, I will.

# God bless America #

# Land that I love #

# Stand beside her #

# And guide her #

# Through the night

with the light from above #

# From the mountains

to the prairies #

# To the oceans

white with foam #

# God bless America #

# My home sweet home #

# God bless America #

# My home sweet home #

Lucky Laura.

(Sighs)

Brian, hi.

- Hi.

- Hey, Laura.

- Hi, sorry I'm late.

- Hey, don't worry about it.

I missed it a couple of times.

I didn't know it was in a...

Really? I think I said that

when we spoke the other night.

- Did you?

- Yeah.

- Oh, well, I'm here.

- Yeah.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hi.

- Take a seat.

- Thanks.

Oh.

I'm glad you changed your mind

about getting together.

To be honest, I didn't

expect to hear from you.

Well, you did.

Yeah, and you look

pretty great.

Thanks.

(Truck beeping)

It's probably making

a delivery or something.

(Laughs)

You know how those trucks are.

Hey, guys. Can I get you

something to drink?

Beer, glass of wine?

Double vodka on the rocks.

Yeah, um, same.

I'll take the same.

- All right, coming up.

- Thanks.

So...

What do you do again?

Do I smell oatmeal and salad?

(Laugh track)

(Moaning)

Oh, yeah! Oh!

Oh, you f***ing b*tch!

Tell me I'm the best!

I'm the f***ing best, right?

Yeah! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh. Oh.

Oh, yeah. Ahh.

Well, I certainly would,

if my own room had been...

(Panting)

Oh, yeah.

(Continues panting)

(Grunting)

God damn! Phew!

Wow.

Damn.

Hey, hey, can you not

light that in here?

My mother died

of lung cancer.

Yeah, well, my husband

died in 9/11.

# Now welcome back

to the ground #

# Now settle in,

there's no doubt #

# That you've already taken #

# The easy way out #

# There is no pleasure

in working #

# You over the coals again #

# Since it looks like

you're learning #

# You're not match

for what you've gotten in #

Mrs. Pehlke?

Yeah?

Oh, hi.

I just wanted to make sure that was

you and not a burglar or something.

Yeah. I just need to go change.

- Dennis is...

- What?

Oh, just, Dennis is in the den,

watching TV.

He finished all of his homework

except for the math.

I didn't even understand it, so I

couldn't really help him. Can I show you?

See? It's like

metric conversion stuff.

We never even

learned this at Schreiber.

It's like

decimeters and stuff.

I told him

you might know it because

I figured you learned it

at hygienist school, maybe.

Hey, mom.

I'm showing her the math.

- She won't know it.

- Maybe she will.

- Did you?

- What?

Did you learn metric conversion

in dental hygienist school?

Uh, yeah. I don't know.

Listen, Amanda, you can go.

What do I owe you?

Twenty, but I was gonna do

the dishes first.

Oh, no, that's okay,

you can just leave.

I would've done them before, but

the homework thing slowed me down.

It'll only take a minute.

(Dog barking)

Hey, mom, this kid from school asked me

to go to his birthday party tomorrow.

Can you take me?

It's in Glen Cove.

I think so. I have to meet with the lawyer tomorrow.

I don't know what time.

Please, just leave them.

You know what my mom says?

When you babysit, leave the

kitchen cleaner than...

Leave them!

Leave 'em.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Good night, Dennis.

See ya.

What's with you?

Where did you even go tonight?

I went out with a friend.

Now go to bed.

(Dog continues barking)

Did something bad happen?

God damn it,

why won't you just shut up?

- I just asked if...

- Please stop! Please!

- Mom! I didn't...

- It's the dog!

It's the f***ing dog!

Hey! Douchebag!

You want the ball?

You want the ball?

Come on! Get the ball!

Get the ball! That's right!

Get the ball! That's right!

Get the ball!

Hey, a**hole! Fetch!

Hey! Hey!

What are you doing?!

Why are you doing that

to my dog?!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Come back here!

Ginger!

I saw what you did!

Go get my dog!

That's my dog! Ginger!

I saw what you did!

I saw what you did!

You come back here!

Mrs. Cosolito,

what happened?

Your son tried to kill my dog!

He tried to kill my dog!

What?! Dennis!

Where's the dog?

I don't know,

she ran after the ball!

She's never been out of that yard,

she'll get lost! She'll get killed!

Good! That stupid dog

should get killed!

What kind of mother raises

a monster like that?!

You're a terrible mother!

A terrible mother! I hear things!

F*** you! Shut up!

You shut up!

Haven't you done enough already?!

Find my dog!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'll find her.

Find Ginger,

or I'll tell the police!

I have a nephew with

the nassau county police!

I'll tell him

what your son did!

I'll tell him what kind

of a mother you are!

What kind of monster

you raised!

Ginger!

Ginger!

(Panting)

(Computer beeps)

You suck!

And this... cannot...

Be... in my... house!

What are you gonna do? Huh?

Tell everyone the truth?

- Go ahead, I don't care!

- No! I don't care!

You can tell people that your father

was Spiderman, I don't give a sh*t!

You are such an a**hole to me!

I don't care any more!

- Good! You suck, anyway!

- You suck! You!

(Door slams)

(Children chattering)

This offer is bullshit.

It's just bullshit.

Can I see it?

No, 'cause it's bullshit.

Can I see it?

You wanna see

bullshit?

I wanna see the paper.

It's 150,000.

That's a big

"go f*** yourself."

We can thank bush for that,

that vicious little prick.

He's got his buddies down there in the

insurance companies playing so rough now...

I wanna get a response

back to them today.

I'll take it.

No, you're not gonna

take it, Laura.

When someone says,

"go f*** yourself"

you don't go f*** yourself,

do you?

Sometimes.

Listen to me, the courts in this

district are solidly pro-plaintiff.

We will win this judgment, it's just

might get a little bloody, that's all.

They're gonna bring up

Bob's affair with the girl.

She told?

Yeah. Yeah, she tried to lie,

but they tripped her up.

It was kinda comical,

actually.

But don't worry about it,

trust me, okay?

In fact, I think it's gonna make

the jury more sympathetic to you.

Mel, 150 is enough.

I can manage on that.

- Laura...

- I just want this to be over!

Laura!

We're gonna win this case, okay?

God damn it!

Do you wanna live

hand-to-mouth?

Don't you want

a little security here?

Let's think about

David here, huh?

Dennis.

How long's it gonna take?

Two years, maybe three.

# This is where

you'll see when #

# It's no secret

that you're hurting #

# You are now

and you were then #

# The darkest part

of the dead-end #

# There is no glory

in taking #

# You back

under my wing #

# Since it looks like

you're learning #

# You're no match

for what you've gotten in #

Everyone thinks the pitcher has the ball,

but really the first baseman has the ball,

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