Boys Don't Cry Page #5

Come on, Kate, you got to stop this.

Like you wouldn't jump in if it wasn't

totally obvious you're in love with Brandon!

Holy f***in' mother of f***!

Tom, check this out.

"Cross-Dressers and Transsexuals:

The Uninvited Dilemma."

"Sexual identity crisis."

Jesus f***in' Christ, Tom,

check this out... OK, look at this.

"The grafted skin will mimic

the skin of the natural penis."

Get this sick sh*t away from me!

Just give it a minute, OK?

She's gotta think I was at work.

OK.

But I'll miss you.

- Whoa!

- Thank God you're home.

Did you party all night without me?

Come on in, have a beer.

Look, I gotta take a shower. I don't mean

to be antisocial, but I'm really tired, guys.

- How was work, Lana?

- Oh, you know, whatever, Mom. The usual.

Mom, what the hell's goin' on?

God, what did you tell them?

We called work. We know you weren't there.

Why is he talkin' to me?

What are you? My dad?

Why are you all starin' at me?

Get away! You're gross! You're

horrible people! Get outta my room!

We're worried. We're just tryin' to save you.

You got a sick way of showin' it.

- Hey, what's up?

- Hey... Oh, my God!

Brandon, turn around and go, now.

This is a nuthouse.

- I'm just worried about you.

- Stop with that!

- We just need to talk.

- What do you need to talk about?

There are some things I don't understand.

You took a leak with me and... pardon my

French, Mom, but... you shook off your dick.

And what was that bullshit

about payin' child support for a kid?

- You been lyin' since you came into town.

- No...

When you rode in on your

p*ssy-whipped f*ggot horse.

The fact is, little dude,

you're nothin' but a goddamn liar.

You know what we do to liars?

There was never any Memphis, was there?

We're totally f***in' with you! Seriously!

Go get Brandon a beer.

We were wonderin' about this paper

that you are in, Teena.

It's our ticket. They're hungry for news here.

Yeah, but what I'm

wonderin' about is the name.

Huh, Brandon? I mean, huh, Teena?

I really f***ed up.

I borrowed one of Candace's cheques

and I got that ticket and this fake ID.

I guess I just need to learn to stay home.

Brandon, I invite you into my home and

you expose my daughter to your sickness.

- Did you ever think about Lana?

- That's all I've been thinkin' about.

You know, Lana, if you are a lesbian,

you just need to tell me.

- John, I'm not. Mom, it's not...

- Stop it. It's not Lana. It's me.

Lana, I'm so sorry. Mom, wait, I can explain.

We can work this out. I have this thing...

You f***in' pervert.

Are you a girl or are you not?

Are you a girl or are you not?

There's a real easy way to solve this.

- F*** you! Get the f*** off of me.

- You want a fight?

- Get out of here with your sick psycho brain!

- I could kill you for lyin' to Lana.

John, there's not gonna be

any killin' goin' on, OK?

Do you trust me enough to let

Brandon show me? Then I'll tell you.

Do you trust me enough?

OK, John?

Yeah.

OK.

Thank you, guys.

F*** me!

Holy f***!

Get over here. I'm so sorry, Brandon.

Lana... I gotta explain.

Oh, no, no, no. Button up your pants.

Don't show me anythin'.

Think about it.

I know you're a guy.

OK, but you gotta listen. I was born

with this weirdness, like a birth defect.

It's actually not that rare,

but these doctors are tryin' to fix it.

But I have really weird stuff, too.

Don't be scared.

Look how beautiful it is out there.

- Oh, Lana...

- That's us. We can beam ourselves out there.

So what are you gonna tell 'em?

I'm gonna tell 'em what they wanna hear.

I'm gonna tell 'em what we know is true.

Mom,

I seen him in the full flesh.

I seen it.

I know he's a man.

Problem done. Now let's go to bed.

Son of a b*tch!

What have you done to my baby?

What the f*** are you, you motherf***er?!

Huh?

Tell me!

You little liar.

Kate, get her outta here.

Come on.

All I need is the truth, little buddy. Come on.

All right... I'm sorry to put you

through this. Wait...

- Unstrap his belt.

- I'll do it!

Tom, just turn the light off. I'll do it! Please!

F***! John, let me the f*** go!

What's goin' on in there? Open the door!

Open the f***in' door!

- John, please! Please!

- What do you see?

If it's down here, it's the tiniest I ever saw!

- Touch it.

- Oh, goddamn it, I can't! God, I can't do it!

What the f*** are you?!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Let me go! John, let me go!

Open the door!

Don't look like no sexual identity crisis to me.

- Open the door!

- Get in here.

Look at your little boyfriend.

Look at your little boyfriend.

Come on, I'm holdin' you until you look.

Look!

Leave him alone!

- Leave him alone!

- Him?

Him?!

- Get outta my house!

- John, we called the cops.

- Go on. Get out.

- You are just too f***ed up!

Leave us alone!

- Leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone!

- You promised... You promised...

I guess that's everythin'.

You know, I told Brandon...

that nobody has a right to do that to you.

Come on, we've done everythin' we can.

Let's get outta here.

- Let's go.

- I'm waitin' for Brandon.

Your mom's right.

Until this is straightened out,

it'd be better for everyone

if Brandon stays someplace else.

What are you talkin' about?

lt'd be better to lock up Tom and John.

Lana, everythin' Teena told us was lies.

Everythin'. Everythin'.

We need to go.

Now.

Come on!

Come on. Get up!

I'm askin' you this

because if this goes to court

that question's gonna come up

and I'm gonna want an answer.

Uh, I don't know why I have to...

All right, let's back up.

After they pulled your pants down

and seen you was a girl,

what did he do? Did he fondle you any?

No.

Didn't that kinda get

your attention somehow?

That he wouldn't put his hand in your pants

and just play with you a little bit?

I don't know what he did.

Let's go. Come on.

Let's go, buddy.

Come on, let's go for a ride. Move!

I can't believe that he pulled your pants

down, and if you are a female,

that he didn't stick

his hand in ya or his finger in ya.

Well, he didn't.

Get outta the car.

Get outta the car. Come on.

- John...

- Shut up. Move!

- Wait, John.

- Shut up.

- John, it's me. Brandon. You know me.

- Shut up.

- Don't hurt me.

- Take off your shirt.

You know you brought this on yourself,

Teena. Tom, get out the car!

- I'm...

- Take off your shirt. Take off your shirt.

You can make this easy, or you can

get the sh*t knocked outta you.

All right...

Please, John, wait. Please...

We can work this out. Please.

Get off me. Get off!

Wait, John. Please. Please don't hurt me.

After you had your pants off,

how were you positioned in the back seat?

On my back.

You was on your back?

You say you're 21 and you've

never had sex before. Correct?

That's right.

When they had a spread of ya,

when they poked ya,

where'd they try to pop it in first?

I said move your f***in' hands!

My vagina.

Where?

My vagina.

Go ahead, man. Take it.

Come on. Come on.

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