Carjacked
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- 2011
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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.
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.
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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