Being Flynn Page #5

last a second in federal prison.

They are all homosexuals. I despise

homosexuals, and they despise me.

I know what I'm talking about.

I talk the straight talk.

I wasn't locked up in federal

prison with choirboys,

that's for sure.

JODY:
Next, please.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hi.

See this?

Uh-huh.

Don't ever become

a writer.

Just around the corner to the

right, follow the hallway.

You know where to go.

Jesus. Hey, what

happened to you?

I'm fine.

You're fine? You should

get to the clinic.

You should see the other cocksuckers.

This is nothing.

By the way, I have a

little gift for you.

From one writer

to another.

Is there a tailor here?

No.

I'm going to need

a new coat.

Okay.

All right, so

I won't be there.

But I'll get there

next time, okay?

All right.

Hey.

You are not just

selling weed, right?

Watch your hands.

Watch your hands.

Why should

a truly great writer

be subjected to these

f***ing indignities?

There we go.

JONATHAN:
What are you doing?

That's my property.

Come on,

get out of here.

That's my property.

That's my property.

F***ing homo.

Calm down.

Calm down, now.

I'm going to transform

this cesspool of a world.

I'm going to transform

it with a f***ing word!

You know, he is

not going anywhere.

It's been weeks.

What do you suggest

I do about it?

Get a job

somewhere else?

Hey,

you want to do

some blow?

Um...

I despise blow.

Turns people into

f***ing scumbags.

But you go ahead

if you want to.

GABRIEL:
12:30, Floyd Perkins

reports physical altercation.

Report completed.

gets permission to sign out.

was caught

trying to smuggle

a bottle in tonight.

At first he was abusive, but he

calmed down and was given a warning.

He wasn't put

out for the night?

It's cold out there, man.

He asked me to

give a letter to you.

JONATHAN:
Nick,

I thought last evening

at Harbor Street,

waiting for 8:
00 p.m.

To come...

I thought if your very

beautiful mother were alive,

and if she could

somehow see this scene,

her son at work and

his father a resident

at Harbor Street

shelter for the homeless.

The beaten, the sad, the

losers in life's great game.

Jody would have laughed loudly

at the entire macabre scene.

She was the most beautiful

woman in the world.

She was the love

of my life.

The light of my love.

If she were here today,

she would be with me now.

What happened

to my face?

I'm only 28 years old.

Why do I look like this?

Excuse me?

What happened to me?

What happened!

What have you done to me?

What have you done to me?

COUNSELOR:
He kept shouting at

me that he was 28 years old,

and it just... It kind of

freaked me out, and I just...

What are you

looking at?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Sorry for what?

That it freaked you out?

It's nothing.

Wait until you have

been here a few months.

Easy, Nick.

Take it easy.

I am taking it easy.

This isn't me

we are talking about.

CAPTAIN:
No, it's not.

Go ahead.

away in the gym from overflow.

Did you read

my last letter?

Yes.

Beautifully written,

wasn't it?

Don't write to me about

my f***ing mother.

Your f***ing mother?

Your f***ing mother? How dare

you refer to her that way.

How dare you say,

"How dare you," to me.

Well, let me rephrase it. Don't

f***ing write to me about my mother.

It only makes you sound childish

using profanity like that.

Sorry, you don't get

to patronize me. Okay?

You don't get to

pretend to be my father

and you don't get to

write about my mother.

In fact, stop writing

me at all.

Stop writing me letters.

You should save them.

They'll be worth

money someday.

I have saved them,

actually.

I have over 100.

That's enough.

You saved them. Good.

You bring liquor in here again,

you are barred. End of story.

Eano the Beano tells me

you are into drugs.

Who the f*** is Eano the Beano?

How would he know that?

Everybody knows,

the word is out.

You know, if so,

good luck to you.

But don't waste

your talent.

I don't have any talent.

I find that

hard to believe.

Why? Because you're

so incredibly talented?

Yes.

Okay, so where is it?

The masterpiece.

Where are you hiding it?

Can I read it?

Does it even exist?

Do you exist,

Nicholas Flynn?

Do you even know?

I, Jonathan Flynn, exist!

I know that much.

Jonathan Flynn exists!

MAN:
Shut the f*** up!

You shut the f*** up,

or my son will evict you!

I want you to leave here.

Find some f***ing place,

some old drinking buddy who is

suicidal enough to take you in.

I'm a sought-after

house guest.

Yeah, because you're an

excellent raconteur. Right?

Yes!

Good night!

Remember something, Nicholas.

You are me!

You are me!

I made you!

(MEN CLAMORING)

You are me!

I am not you!

I am not you!

Yes, you are!

Go to Florida!

You are me!

(MEN CLAMORING)

MAN:
Shut the f*** up!

Everybody, shut the f*** up!

Night.

NICK:
I asked to fill in

on the outreach van.

I can't stand to

be in the shelter

where my drunken jack-in-the-box

can appear at any moment.

Hey, you are the guy whose father

is a guest here, aren't you?

No. That guy is

just a drunk.

A con man, he has

nothing to do with me.

Yeah. No, of course not.

Okay, we're ready.

Yeah.

Okay.

The hours are 9:
00 at night

until 5:
00 in the morning.

Hi, I got a

sandwich for you.

Hey, excuse me,

sir, sorry to wake you.

I got a sandwich here.

You want to get inside?

(BOTTLE SHATTERS)

"Jonathan Flynn responded to a guest's

request that he share a can of deodorant

"with an intense

verbal assault towards

"the other guest on

racial and sexual themes.

"Mr. Flynn would not respond

to intervention.

"In fact, he accelerated

his verbal assault. "

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Jonathan's a little

out of control tonight.

"The SPO, Chris,

Gabriel, and Brian,

"escorted Mr. Flynn to the brown

lobby wrapped in a sheet,

"as he had refused

to dress himself. "

...my vision, The Confessions

of Christopher Cobb.

My father rants... "In the

beginning was the Word."

Salinger, Twain...

... piss on the floor unnoticed.

...Jonathan Robinson Flynn.

I was brought into this world

to help other people.

Ignored.

I was brought into this world to write

my masterpiece, and it's written!

We all need to

create the story

that will make

sense of our lives.

I stood behind the priest

and held his robe...

Make sense of

our daily tasks.

...as he put

the host on each tongue.

All the little girls lined up.

Their tongues out.

Yet each night, the doubts

return, howling through him.

(SHOUTING IN MOCK LATIN)

Suck-o my cock-o!

You! You!

Where is your faith?

Where is your faith? Without

faith you are nothing!

You are nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

You are nothing!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Nick.

I'm heading out.

Okay.

Why?

Because you are drunk

and I have to work tomorrow.

So do you.

I'm not drunk.

You're not going

to stay over?

I'm going home.

I think,

after what happened today, maybe

you shouldn't be drinking.

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