Being Flynn Page #6

What happened today?

The vote.

Jon has created

problems in housing.

He is not getting

any better.

He is only getting worse.

I think it's time that we

vote on whether to bar him.

I'm sorry, I don't think

we should bar Jonathan.

I agree.

We will vote on it.

Well, what day

isn't f***ed up?

Right?

Do you want to

get out of here?

Sleep at my place?

Uh, no.

You go ahead.

I will see you tomorrow.

Okay?

All right.

Who votes to let Jonathan

continue to stay here?

It's freezing outside. We

can't just put him out there.

Nick.

Hey.

Yeah?

I think you need

to get some help.

What?

You need some help.

NICK:
Need help?

What?

Need help?

Nah, it wasn't your friends

who trashed the place.

Have you seen

my notebook?

No.

F***.

I got to hand in

an assignment.

Will you let me

know if you find it?

If it were up your ass...

I'd know where it was.

Can I have a hit?

Smoke crack before?

No.

Don't. I haven't left

the pipe for three days.

JODY:
Nick, I read

your short story.

I'm sorry I read it, I don't

mean to intrude on your privacy.

I have to tell you, you have

always been so perceptive,

since you were a child.

NICK:
Mom?

What's wrong?

Do you miss him?

What?

No. Of course not.

The only person I give a damn

about is sitting right here.

So then why

are you crying?

I'm not.

I'm not crying.

Are you going to

finish that?

This?

Um...

This ice cream?

Am I going to eat it?

No.

Thanks.

JODY:
I went

to the beach,

but I was unable to

throw myself in the ocean.

I did the best I could.

I tried to hold

it all together.

I love you

and I love my dad.

Come on, you're good.

Right up the steps.

All right, Jonathan, you can't come in here.

You have been banned.

I've been banned?

Yes, for two months.

Who banned me?

It doesn't matter,

you have been banned.

I have been banned?

Yes, you have

been banned.

Does my son

know about this?

Yes, he knows about it.

Where is he? It doesn't

matter, you have to go.

Father murderer, where are you?

I need you to leave.

Nicholas! Where are you?

Come on.

Father murderer!

Father murderer!

Where are you?

Come on, guys, clear out.

Come out!

Come out and face me!

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Father murderer!

Jonathan.

Come out! Come out!

Where are you hiding?

In some little closet,

sucking your mama's tit,

father murderer?

I could have jerked...

I could have jerked off

and flushed you

down the toilet.

Father murderer,

come out and face me!

Outside!

Face me,

you father murderer!

Face me!

Out the door, man!

(GROANS)

Hey.

Hey.

Look, Nick.

We're done.

Excuse me?

We're done.

You look really f***ed

up, by the way.

I wouldn't let Captain

see you like that.

Wait. Wait a minute.

Wait, don't just say

that and walk away.

Talk to me.

I had a brother

who was an addict,

my baby brother.

You never told me that.

So, I can't be around it.

Not again.

Look, I'm not...

You're not?

You're not what?

Not my father.

Do you think

I'm my father?

I don't care.

I have to go to work.

Hey, so is your

brother okay now?

Goodbye, Nick.

JONATHAN:
If there is one thing I

can't stomach, it's self-pity.

DRIVER:
You,

and you over there.

I work for

the slave traders.

Get your rapid refund.

I'm a human billboard.

Get your f***ing

rapid refund.

I sell my blood, type O.

I haven't eaten

in three days.

And so it goes.

Valuable blood.

It's frostbite

f***ing cold out here.

I'm losing my left toes due to not

taking my shoes off at night.

It's all going

in the book.

My masterpiece,

Memoirs of a Moron.

Are we inside

now, or out?

There is no inside,

no outside.

I have to go

to the bathroom.

No container,

no contained.

What's up, old man?

No birth.

What you drinking,

anything good?

Got anything for me?

What? What?

You think you are so f***ing tough, huh?

Come here!

No death.

It's a frigging riddle.

Hey, welcome. My name is

Joey, and I'm an addict.

MAN:
Hi, there.

WOMAN:
Hey, Joey.

JOEY:
It's good to see

everybody here today.

And it's really good I'm

seeing a number of new faces.

Actually about

four or five of you.

It's always good to see new

people coming into the room.

At this time,

I'd like to let you know

that we do have free coffee

and cookies over there.

And I can testify about the

goodness of the cookies.

I baked them myself,

they are fantastic.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

At this time, if you

have something

maybe that you

want to talk about,

something you want

to get off your chest,

go ahead and raise your hand.

We would love to hear from you.

I was 11 when I got high

for the first time,

and it felt like

I was home.

Well, I woke up

one morning in Paris.

It took me a while to figure

out that I was in Paris.

And I had completely

forgotten that I had

flown a 747 full of

people the night before.

I was out of the hospital

no more than three weeks.

And I stayed over

my mother's house.

I couldn't take

it anymore.

I doused my hand with lighter

fluid and lit it on fire

just to get the morphine.

Go figure.

(HYPERVENTILATING)

Psst.

MARIE:
I saw your

father the other day.

He didn't look so good.

You know my father?

He is a hard guy

not to know.

Thank you.

Your old man

doesn't look good.

Someone should

get him inside.

Well, you should

get inside.

We can get you

in somewhere.

He sleeps in the

parking garage, right?

Barlow's garage?

Don't know.

The other day Barlow and Ron

were giving him a hard time.

Barlow killed a guy,

They shouldn't

have let him out.

A guy like that.

Barlow and Ron

lure your old man upstairs...

BARLOW:
Hey, buddy.

... to the top floor.

Let's have a drink.

You want to have

a drink with us?

Said they have a bottle.

When they get to the top,

they grab him and hold him

over the edge, upside down.

I told you not to come around here no more.

This is Barlow's garage.

This is my garage, b*tch!

He didn't drop him?

Said next time

he'll drop him.

He's a freaking psycho,

Barlow.

The manager kicks you out

of this place at 9:15.

The sign on the door says

it doesn't close until 9:30.

How can he do that?

Is that legal?

JEFF:
You might want to

close that window.

Last week a rat

jumped into the van.

Hey.

(EXCLAIMS)

Moses! Moses!

Hi, Moses.

It's okay.

It's Nick,

from Harbor Street.

You need anything?

You want to get

in out of the cold?

Hey, you haven't seen

Jonathan, have you?

No, not for weeks.

Thank God.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

You have to

take it outside.

Hey, welcome. My name is

Joey, and I'm an addict.

ALL:
Hi, Joey.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Standing like some ghoul.

You're lucky I realized it was you.

Otherwise, bamo!

Right. Bamo.

Are you here in your

professional capacity?

Scooping up bodies

from the filthy streets

to carry them to

the Harbor Street palace?

A haven for homos?

I'm working tonight, yes.

Come on.

Come on, what?

Come on, it's freezing

out here tonight.

Freezing?

I don't feel it.

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