Being Charlie Page #8

did not come into your room

at 4:
00 A.M.,

kidnap you,

drag you off to the desert.

You got a total f***ing pass.

Pass? After the police

showed up and took Jackson

to the hospital, my parents

came and picked me up.

The entire ride home,

they didn't say anything to me,

nothing, not one word. Okay?

I was sitting there

in the backseat,

waiting for the hammer to drop,

but they didn't say anything.

All this f***ing silence

was unbearable.

10 minutes from the house

i just... I confessed everything.

What'd they say?

That's the point.

Absolutely nothing.

They didn't open their mouths

until we got home,

and then all they said then was,

"go to your room,

and do your homework.

You got your interview

at Harvard-westlake in a week."

F***.

Jackson almost died,

and I was all f***ed up,

and all they cared about

was my f***ing homework.

I mean, i-i could have

track marks up and down my arms,

and as long

as I had good grades,

you know,

that's all that mattered.

It's like all they cared about

was that f***ing bumper sticker.

"My son is an honor student."

Enough of that emotional sh*t,

right? We're all good now.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ah, f***.

Oh. I'm thinking

about taking some classes here.

- Dude.

- Yeah.

- Do it.

- Yeah.

- Join me, baby!

- Ah, f*** it.

You think I could

do the college thing?

Oh, yeah. You're doing it

right now. This is it.

Well, I got to get my g.E.D.

It's easy. Just get that,

and you're golden.

Ahh. Should I get a tutor?

Nah, dude. Just get a book.

You'll be fine.

- Want some of this?

- Yeah.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

Your no... oh.

Ah, f***.

Lightweight.

The bleeding stopped, so...

Adam, what the f***

are you doing?

Ah, f***. Adam.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, my god, f***.

Adam. Adam. Hey, buddy!

Come on! F***.

F***.

Oh, f***.

Hey, I'm getting help.

- Ah, f***.

- 911. What's your emergency?

Okay, here, buddy.

Stay with me, man.

Stay with me, man!

Come on.

- Come on. Hey. Okay.

- 911. What is your emergency?

I need an ambulance.

My friend did too much sh*t.

Ah, f***!

I don't know what to do.

- What is your location?

- Can you just hurry up? Please.

It's 158 olive street.

Just hurry, please. Please.

- F***. F***. Come on!

- Sir, if you could remain calm.

- F***!

- Sir...

stay...

got the whole floor

and stairwell, too?

Yeah, go ahead.

We're clear.

So, what can you tell me?

You didn't see anything?

Remember anything?

Take your time.

Look, man, we just don't want

any more dead kids turning up.

Did you put this kid

in the system?

- I did, sir.

- Pull him.

Put him in an empty cell,

and give him a bed.

Hey, Charlie.

Come on. Let's go.

Your mom's outside.

We want you to come home.

With only three days before

Californians cast their ballots

and the race being

as tight as it is,

this could be

the eleventh-hour event

that swings this thing

away from mills.

Unless the voters

have already begged in

mills' issues with his son.

It's one thing to have

a child with drug problems.

It's another

to be involved in a death.

Mills' son was completely

cleared of any involvement

in his friend's death.

I'm just saying,

in some voters' minds,

there will always

be lingering doubts.

Get that truck out!

Hey, Jase, can you take this?

Hey.

Hey.

You look better.

Thanks.

Why did he have to die?

I don't know.

I don't want to die.

Yeah.

That's good.

Hey, mom, I don't...

I don't think

i can stay here tonight.

I know.

That's okay.

Mr. mills, Mrs. mills,

who did you two vote for?

Well, I can't speak for my wife,

but I'm sure you can figure out

who I voted for.

Thank you.

With all the other counties

reporting in

and with Santa Cruz

going to Harper,

mills looks to be in trouble.

It's going to come to down

to little del norte,

population 28,000,

and all Harper needs

is 45% of the vote

in what has traditionally been

a republican stronghold.

Hey, Jenny. How are you?

Thanks for coming.

No returns from Santa Cruz

or del norte have come in.

Well, what the hell

are they doing up there,

counting votes

on their f***ing fingers?

Excuse me, sir.

Are you all right?

Does it matter?

Is... is Charlie coming back?

I don't know.

Why don't we go inside, huh?

Come on.

Let's go sit down, okay?

Did we win?

Doesn't look that way.

I'd really like you to be there

for my concession speech,

though.

There's a first,

you having to make a concession.

Here. Come on.

Can you just... ucch.

Just...

- Okay.

I miss our boy.

All right, look.

I'm going to get you

some coffee, okay?

- All right?

- Just wait right here.

- Yeah.

Sir!

We did it.

Did what?

We took del norte

by seven points.

Can't be.

7.2 to be exact.

You're wanted out there,

governor.

In a shocking upset,

mills has beat out

his opponent Thomas Harper

in del norte county.

Fox 11 news is now prepared

to call this election

for the new governor

of the state of California,

David mills.

Let's get the whole family

up here. Liseanne, Charlie,

come up onstage.

Did not expect this to happen,

and right now, they are chanting

for their new governor

David mills.

Please welcome the new governor

of California,

Mr. David mills!

And, yep, here he comes.

Let's focus in on him.

Mills! Mills! Mills!

Mills! Mills! Mills!

Mills! Mills! Mills!

Mills! Mills! Mills!

Mills! Mills!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey.

You're up early.

Haven't gone to sleep yet.

What are you doing?

Just cleaning up.

You need some help?

I'm fine.

Mind if I sit?

It's your house.

Look...

Charlie...

I know you're angry at me,

and you probably don't want

to hear this right now,

but I do love you.

Look...

I'm sorry.

Every expert with a desk

and a diploma

told me

i had to be tough on you.

But every time we sent you away

to another one

of those programs,

i-i saw you slipping

further away from us.

And all I could

tell myself was...

I'd rather have you alive

and hating me...

Than dead on the streets.

So what do you want me to do?

Tell me what to do.

You don't have to do anything.

You...

You want

to come up to sacramento?

- Get away from all the...

- What?

The drugs?

It was never about the drugs.

All I ever wanted was...

A way to kill the noise.

But the more I used, the...

the louder it got.

I was part of the noise,

wasn't I?

So...

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I'll figure it out.

I don't hate you.

I don't.

You take good care

of yourself, okay?

Okay?

Hey, so...

Did you win?

Yeah.

All right.

If they say

you only have a year to live,

do it sober.

It'll seem like an eternity.

It's been kind of

a weird year for me.

You know, I managed to get fired

from an unpaid internship.

Do you know

how bad you have to be

to get fired from a job

that you're

not getting paid for?

It's like if the pharaoh

came up to you, and he said,

"I'm not letting

all your people go. Just you."

Yeah, but things

have not been much better

with the girls either.

It hasn't.

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