Boys Don't Cry Page #4

- I knew it! I f***in' knew it!

- We just drove around, takin' pictures.

- Yeah, right.

Oh, I cannot talk about it!

It's too intense.

Come on, Lana! I can't take it!

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

I mean, uh... I don't know.

You're so handsome.

And then we took off our clothes

and went swimmin'.

Don't be scared, Brandon.

But did you do it?

What do you think?

- What did you wish for?

- I know what he wished for. Yeah, baby!

Oh, Mom, don't talk so gross!

- Happy birthday.

- You shouldn't have, really.

Keepin' me strong, Mom?

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

- Thank you, Mom.

- Sorry, I forgot mine.

- That's OK.

- I haven't wrapped mine yet.

- Hey, grease monkey.

- How ya doin'?

We were doin' a job in Omaha.

We could've used a lookout.

John Lotter, I know your mother, and

I know she taught you how to knock.

We could've been lyin' around

here naked, for all you know.

- Where's Lana?

- In her room.

Come on, get a beer, John.

It's Brandon's birthday. Sit with us.

Hey, gorgeous.

Walk right in, why don't you?

- I'm busy fixin' my hair.

- Your hair's beautiful. I love your hair.

- I got this for you up in Omaha.

- Cool.

Tom and I went up to Lincoln

for a couple of days.

Stealin' cars?

I came by the factory before we left

and you weren't there.

So?

Nice.

- Don't get upset. I just wanna talk.

- About what?

About you and Brandon.

I'm just lookin' out for ya.

What are you talkin' about?

He's your friend, too.

I miss you.

- I do.

- Stop it, John. You give me the creeps.

- You're like a stalker.

- F*** you!

- No. No. F*** you.

- John, I'm sorry.

I just need some privacy right now.

Yeah.

You know I just wanna protect you.

I know.

No one's ever protected me like you.

What do you see in him?

I know he's nice and everythin',

but he's kind of a wuss.

I know he's no big he-man, like you.

There's just somethin' about him.

Oh, yeah.

"There's just somethin' about him"!

Stop makin' fun of me!

- Lana, honey, are you f***in' him?

- Goddamn it, John!

- It's none of your f***in' business!

- You are!

Excuse me. Did I interrupt somethin'?

Lana, are you OK?

Don't even think about it, John.

- John, let's hit the road, man.

- No. It's Brandon's birthday.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Oh, man. I've known her

since she was like this high.

I could tell you stories about her.

You know what kind of stories?

She told me about you guys.

And I can't think of a better guy to give

Lana to than you, so happy birthday!

Thanks, John.

You know, just one thing you gotta

remember, little man, is this is my house.

Come on, turn up the music!

Turn up the music!

I quit.

- Quit what?

- My evil job.

I've just been thinkin' and thinkin',

what am I doin' here?

And then it came to me...

I'll go to Memphis with you.

- Memphis?

- I got it all figured out.

You're right.

I'll make money singin' karaoke...

- Lana...

- You'll manage me,

and, if I'm no good, you'll sing

and I'll manage you. Perfect.

Nothin' can go wrong if we're together.

Lana, um... it's a little more complicated

than that, you know? Memphis is far.

It's 1,327 miles.

Yeah,

but, you know, I been thinkin'.

We could just start our own trailer park

right here in Falls City.

- You don't wanna go with me?

- No! Of course I do!

That's the point. I'll marry you right now.

Oh, Lana... you're in trouble again.

Actually, that ain't Lana's, it's mine.

I'll take care of it.

I just got my first paycheck.

Come on, now. You go sit down.

- OK.

- I'll bring your breakfast.

The thing about the trailer park

is we'll have picnic tables

and people playin' music,

and barbecues every night.

We'll invite our friends:

Candace, Kate, your mom.

Heck, even John,

if you two don't kill each other first.

And best of all, we'll have our own Airstream.

If that's a hassle, you could

mail the receipt to my house.

That's all right. I'll just be

a moment. I'll be right back.

Just one second.

It's slow.

Miss Brandon?

Miss Brandon, we put your Charles Brayman

ID number through the computer yesterday,

and this is what the Lincoln

authorities faxed us over.

You tell me.

Wow.

This Teena chick seems pretty messed up.

What the hell is this?

- Who wrote this?

- That guy who stayed with you. Brandon.

Dear Lonny, I bet you can't guess where I am.

That's right, back in jail, in Falls City.

I'm so tired of f***in' up.

I'm tryin' to stay strong, but I don't know

if I can face all the mistakes I've made.

I'm stayin' tough.

No!

Candace... why do you look so funny?

Lana! Lana, what are you doin' here?

What are you doin' here?

The girls' cell?

This place is crazy.

It's, like, put you wherever they want.

It's fine with me, I guess, but...

Julie, give us a break, man. Watch

the rest of the show. Tell us how it ends.

We only got three channels. I hate it.

Brandon, what's goin' on?

You want the truth, don't ya?

It sounds a lot more complicated than it is.

Do you have any water?

Cos I'm really... My voice is... dry.

I'm a hermaphrodite.

What?

Come here.

It's a person who has both...

girl and boy parts.

Brandon's real name is Teena Brandon.

Well, see, Brandon's not quite a he.

- Brandon's more like a sh...

- Shut up. It's your business.

Look, I don't care if you're half monkey

or half ape. I'm gettin' you outta here.

I would say I'm sorry

If I thought that it would change your mind

But I know that this time...

Candace,

I spoke to Lana's mom.

She's missin'.

- You know where she is?

- I don't know. I swear.

Candace, if you know anythin',

you better tell me now.

You know what?

I already opened my big mouth,

and now no one's talkin' to me.

Candace, I'm talkin' to ya.

Either I'm f***ed up,

or something's totally weird.

Come on, Kandi. You can tell me.

I won't tell anybody.

- I need more to drink.

- There you go.

I try to laugh about it

Hidin' the tears in my eyes, cos

Boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

I would tell you that I loved you

If I thought that you would stay

But I know that it's no use

You already gone away

Missed out your limits

Pushed you too far

Took you for granted...

Goddamn it! I wanna touch you

the way you touch me.

No. Wait.

F*** you, Brandon!

F*** you!

I want you to feel what I feel.

Lana, wait. Wait.

Soon. I promise.

- Is she back yet?

- No, and I'm worried.

- Come on, let's just go find Lana.

- He'll show up.

Kate, I want you to tell me what's goin' on.

Mom, you read the paper today?

- No.

- Candace, show Mom the paper.

- John, you promised.

- Come on. Is Lana your friend or not?

Just gimme that, honey.

"Teena Brandon, 19,

picked up on a speeding violation."

So? Brandon got a ticket.

The name, Mom. The name.

He's brainwashed her. That's what they do.

Get out! There's nothin' in Lana's room.

John, leave her stuff alone.

I'm not touchin' her stuff! If you were any

kind of mother, this wouldn't have happened.

- I told you you couldn't trust him.

- You never told me anythin'.

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