Carjacked

My dad used to call me Klutzy.

This one time he took me

to a shooting range

and I dropped the loaded pistol

and it shot his best friend

in the butt.

And so all he could say was,

"Well, Klutzy's gone

and done it again."

How did that make you feel?

Not so good.

Not as bad as the guy

that got shot.

Anyway, Gary picked up on it.

And after that

we'd all get together

and they would trade

Klutzy stories.

And of course there were

a lot of them.

I don't know what it is

about me.

You know, I really... I try

but I always mess up.

I always mess up.

Don't you think, Daddy?

Hello.

Hi Grandma.

No, she's sleeping.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

It's out.

Good night, Grandma.

Everyone is here

because of mistakes they made...

myself included.

That really doesn't make me

feel any better.

Well, at least you know

you're not alone.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Lorraine, you're apologizing again.

So I hear that Gary has filed

for sole custody of Chad.

Yes.

Mommy, ice cream. Mom.

Mommy, ice cream.

How are you feeling about that?

Helpless.

Angry?

Guilty.

Why guilty?

Because it was

my responsibility.

Do you think it's your fault?

Well, I guess so.

I can't blame Gary.

I can't go blaming

the ice cream man.

I'm the one who let him

run out in the street

and nearly get hit

by an ice cream truck.

It's not about blame, Lorraine.

It's about coming to terms

with your anger.

You have a right to be angry.

Who are you angry with?

Myself.

Anyone else?

It's like...

it's like Gary said...

it was on my watch.

Gary was the one

who deserted you and Chad.

That doesn't give me an excuse

to be careless.

Lorraine, you fell asleep after a hard

day's work. That's not a crime.

Well, it is in the military.

They can shoot you for it.

Is that what you want?

Get me a gun.

I'll shoot you myself.

Okay, Betty, we've talked

about these outbursts.

It's okay. it's not her fault.

You have your own pain, you know.

We all do.

You know what?

You know what your problem is?

You're too nice.

She's too nice.

That's what her problem is.

I mean, look at you.

After all the stuff that

that jarhead did to you,

you still can't even say

a word about him.

Look, she's still wearing

the bum's ring.

Betty.

- Listen... and he's not a jarhead.

- Yeah, he is.

No, he's not.

He's an army sergeant.

And it was my dad

who was the marine, remember?

You know what?

GI, jarhead, daddy, husband...

what's the difference

when you're still taking orders?

I mean, correct me if I'm wrong,

but didn't Sergeant Gary

get court-martialed?

He ought to be in jail.

You know what?

Don't be a wimp, Lorraine.

Who cares if you have

the right to be angry?

Just be angry, for God's sakes.

- Come on, Max.

- See you next week.

- Bye, Mrs. Burton.

- Bye, Sal.

Mom, I thought you quit.

I did.

Let's go get some pizza.

You got enough money?

Sure Mom's got some money.

Okay, come on, hon.

I'm playing my game.

No, Chad, you've got to come inside

with me, all right?

I want to beat this level.

All right,

but you stay in the car

where I can see you.

- Okay.

- All right.

Thanks, Mom.

Look at 'em.

Some guy probably ran a red light

and got the whole force after him.

But where are they when you need 'em?

That's what I'm saying.

Hey, in my line of work

they're my best friends.

Yeah, you're right.

But I bet you've got a better friend...

under this counter here, huh?

Have a nice day.

A lot of creeps out there, huh?

Would you like something else?

Uh, yeah.

A pack of American Spirit blue, please.

Okay.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Here you go, bud.

I thought we were gonna

get pizza.

It is pizza, sweetheart.

Real pizza.

It is real pizza.

You'll see, it's good.

Oh Sh*t.

Mommy, you said "sh*t."

Don't say "sh*t," honey.

I didn't say it. You did.

I know, I know, I know, I know.

Okay.

We need gas again?

Yes.

I forgot gas.

How much?

Yeah, let's see.

Hold on.

$65, please.

Excuse me.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry, Gary. Please.

Listen to me.

Why are you doing this to me?

I can't do this, okay?

I can't do this.

Chad's waiting for me, okay?

Okay.

I mean it, Gary. Stop.

Please stop.

You're the one who left me,

remember?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Are you ready for pizza?

Do we have enough for Roy?

Who's Roy?

Oh please.

Oh my God, please don't hurt us.

Please get out of our car.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt your boy either.

We don't have any money.

We don't have any money.

- Believe me, we don't.

- I don't want your mo... shh.

I don't want your money.

You got a car, don't you?

Just drive.

Nice and easy.

Just drive.

Sure you want to get

such a good look at me?

May be healthier not to.

Oh man.

Oh God, you're bleeding.

Huh?

- On your hand.

- Mm-hmm.

There's a first-aid kit

under the seat in the back.

What?

I have it in case

there's an accident or...

It ain't my blood, lady.

Whose blood is it?

Oh, it's just general blood.

Like an army general?

You're funny.

You got a cute kid here.

My daddy is in the army.

No way.

Where's he at tonight?

He's at home.

We just stepped out

to get something to eat.

Oh yeah?

What did you guys get?

Mind if I take a look?

Check it out...

two whole mini-pizzas.

You were planning quite a feast

for the three of you, huh?

Could have invited the neighbors.

Just kidding.

You see that park

up here on the right?

Want to pull over there, please?

Okay. Oh man.

That's good.

Hey there, bud.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

It's gonna be all right.

Oh my God.

Yeah, it's Roy.

Did you make it there all right?

What?

F***.

God damn it.

Same sh*t happened to me.

There's roadblocks everywhere,

all over the goddamn place.

No, you stay there, all right?

It'll take me six hours.

I'll be there.

Stay there.

Yeah.

It's okay. All right.

Hey, bud, why don't you

hop in the back seat, all right?

Go ahead.

Get on in there. Yeah.

There you go.

Nice and clean.

Now we're one big,

happy family, huh?

Where are you taking us?

Well, it's more like

where you're taking me, huh?

You know how to find

the highway from here?

Um, I think so.

Do you know how to find the highway

from here? it's a simple question.

Yes, I do.

Sorry, I just...

my shrink tells me I have a hard time

dealing with ambiguity.

That means let's cut the maybes,

the I-don't-think-sos, the probablys.

You know what I mean?

- Mm-hmm.

- You understand?

I do. Actually it's really funny,

because my therapist says

that I am too ambiguous.

I am too ambiguous.

Let's just go to the highway.

Right.

Mommy.

Yeah, hon?

Are you crying again?

- Who's crying?

- Mommy's crying.

I'm not crying, honey.

I think you're right, buddy.

I think your mom is crying.

Now why are you crying?

Chad says you're crying again.

Why would he say that?

- What's your mom's name, bud?

- Lorraine.

Lorraine? Holy sh*t.

Mommy, Roy said "sh*t."

- Don't say "sh*t," honey.

- Now you said it.

I'm sorry. I apologize.

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