Before I Disappear Page #2

It's my last day on Earth, okay?

- Hello?

- Hey, hi, listen.

- Jordan?

- Yeah?

These... these pills...

they don't, they don't work.

- Which ones? How can you tell?

- It says Opadin, you know.

That's supposed to put

you into a long sleep.

Oh, sleep. It's Opadin. Nah, man,

that's not what you asked for.

- What are you talking about?

- I thought you asked for Zolufen.

- Zolufen What is that?

- Yeah. I don't know.

Zolufen? What... what is that?

You know, it's for, like,

menopause or something.

- Menopause!

- I don't know. Yeah.

- Menopause? What...

- Yeah.

Why would I want a

menopause medicine?

I don't know. I don't ask

any questions, Richie.

- Menopause?!

- Yeah.

- Oh, you stupid, stupid...

- You alright? What?

Stupid! Menopause?

Really? F***in' stupid!

Hey, are you Margaret's husband?

No.

Well...

Well, I just wanted to

make sure she was okay.

Yeah, okay.

What's your, what's your name?

I'm just a friend.

She's my best friend.

And you think she's here?

Is that what you think?

You know...

if you're really her best

friend you know that...

she doesn't have a husband.

Even when she was married,

she didn't have a husband.

Hey, who are you? Who are you? Hello?

Hello? Miss Best Friend!

Who are you, Miss Best

Friend Person who are you?

There was a...

blonde woman over here.

I bet.

Alright, never mind.

So she, she hasn't

called yet or anything?

No.

- Is she ever late like this?

- Never.

Well, let's not get worried, I guess.

Maybe... maybe it's

possible that she,

I don't know hung out with

some friends after work

- or got a drink or something.

- No. Never.

It's not possible?

No. It is not possible.

She never hangs out with friends.

She's never late.

She never allows me to be late.

She never drinks.

She never smokes, and she never has left

someone like you looking after me. Ever.

Yeah, well, there's a

first for everything.

As soon as she gets home,

you can get back to your life.

- Did you draw this?

- Yes.

Another artist in the family.

That's really good.

You know, it reminds me...

I draw too. I used to draw these

flip-books when I was younger.

You know what flip-books are?

Anyway, I had this cartoon

character named Sophia.

Sophia and all her little adventures.

Your mom used to love 'em.

She'd laugh at them,

she thought they were funny.

She thought they were real cool.

I don't know.

I don't remember us growing

up with anyone named Sophia.

Sometimes I wonder, if maybe

she named you after...

these flip-books I used to make.

I don't know. Maybe she

mentioned something.

She doesn't talk about you.

Actually, she said you

were passive-aggressive.

- Passive what?

- Passive-aggressive?

Passive-aggressive? Passive-aggressive?

What does that mean?

Look, I have a test tomorrow morning.

So if you wouldn't mind...

You got a pencil over there?

Make sure you return it.

Dear Vista this is the

third draft of a letter

that is supposed to

only be written once.

I'm writing to you from a view of the

beautiful city that I know you loved.

I, unfortunately, need to stick

around a little while longer.

But I'm starting not to feel so good

and I'm wondering how long

I can keep this thing up.

Mom? Okay.

He's here.

I love you too.

She wants to talk to you.

You can use that phone.

Go into the other room.

- I give you one thing to do.

- What?

You dropped her off alone?

- She told me to.

- She told you to?

- I don't know what to do with her.

- Clearly.

Nothing changes with you. It's incredible.

You're a marvel of modern science.

You asked me to pick the kid up and I did.

You didn't tell me what to do afterwards.

What was the plan then?

You were gonna drop her off alone

and disappear for another 5 years?

Hey, I didn't disappear.

I didn't disappear

- You disappeared.

- Don't start with that.

You told me to f*** off,

I f***ed off.

- For 5 f***ing years?

- I don't see you calling me.

- I called you today. Okay?

- Yeah. And why is that?

I'm not getting into

this with you right now.

- I made an error in judgment.

- An error in judgment?

Like when you punched my husband

in the face in a public restaurant?

Darren can go f*** himself,

that little b*tch.

That's very apologetic.

Thank you. That's great.

That weasel. He's lucky I

didn't kick him in the nuts.

He's still reproducing, can you believe it?

I should've kicked him in the nuts.

You don't have the ability to understand

the consequences of your actions.

You know what? I'm all out of sorrys.

I ran out of those in the 20th century.

Just leave the apartment.

I don't wanna fight.

What do you want?

I'm doing the best I can.

I've got a kid giving

me permanent stink-eye

old people are yelling,

I don't know where you are

I don't know where I am,

I don't know what's going on.

Just get out of my apartment

and have her lock the door.

Why don't you have your blonde

friend take care of her?

I'm just a little tired of

doing all the wrong things.

What friend?

Your friend looking for you in the hallway.

Blondie McGee or whatever her name is.

What are you talking about?

What friend?

Some cracked-out bird was

looking for you in the hallway

said she was your best friend.

I don't know.

What did she look like?

She was like, blonde and looked like she

was trying a key into your apartment

and then she sprinted down the

hallway like a crazy woman.

Hello?

Oh, my God!

Look, Maggie... I don't have

a lot of time left, you know?

I'd rather not end things like this.

You need to get Sophia out of that

apartment right now. It's not safe there.

- Huh?

- Get her out of the apartment.

Go down the stairwell, exit through

the street not through 3rd Avenue.

- Go down a stairwell?

- Just do it!

- From the 20th floor?

- Get her out of the building.

Okay, so you want me to sneak

Sophia out of the side entrance?

Yes! That's exactly

what I want you to do!

What am I? James Bond?

You see that woman again,

you don't talk to her

you don't interact with her,

you don't do anything stupid.

You keep her far away

from my daughter.

So, you want me to

stay with Sophia now?

Just do one f***ing thing right!

Please, just do this one f***ing

thing that I tell you to!

Can you do this? Can you get

her out of there, please?

- Yes, fine, whatever. Okay. Fine.

- Are you listening to me, Richie?

Yes, yes, steer her away

from Blondie, get her outta here.

Take her to your apartment.

I'll call you later.

Look, I'll do whatever you want.

Maggie, but I don't think

she likes me very much.

You know, I think she'd

like to be with her mother.

Sophia, hang up the phone.

I don't want her to see

me like this, Richie.

Why don't you tell me where you are

and we'll come over there to you.

Can you just...

Can you just get her out

of the apartment, please?

What's... what's going on?

Are you... are you alright?

This is my one phone call.

This is my one phone call.

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