Demolition Page #4

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What kinda sh*t

you trying to pull here, pal?

No, no, no, I'm not a cop.

I... I just wanna help.

You know what, I'll...

You know, I'll give you, uh...

I'll give you $241.

Go on, take it.

I'll work hard.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no. No, don't use that,

don't use that.

Here. Put these on,

use this...

Now knock the wall down.

This guy's a f***in' animal.

He's probably a crackhead.

Crackheads don't

give people $200.

They suck dick for $20.

I mean, you should know.

Yeah, don't ask,

it's embarrassing.

I, uh, closed the car door

on my jacket,

and your sprinklers turned on.

Then, the stupid lock...

It sometimes gets stuck...

I couldn't...

You're high, aren't you?

A little bit...

D'you want some grilled cheese?

I needed some work overalls.

I guess I got a little carried

away at the army surplus.

Your whole house is just

lovely.

Aside from the appliances,

it's the kind of house

people dream of living in.

I hate this house.

It's just shiny stuff.

I can't have sex with you.

It'd be dangerous.

There's that word again.

Is Carl really out of town,

or did you just chop him up

into little pieces

and stuff him

in your sock drawer?

That's ridiculous.

I don't have a sock drawer.

Well... where do you

keep all your socks?

In the same drawer

as my underwear.

What?

I just...

You know, I just think

a woman's underwear

is deserving of its own space.

This is all I can handle.

That's fine.

Let's just fall asleep together.

Together?

Together apart.

I'm not in love with Carl,

you know.

He's a good man. He really is.

He loves me.

Probably more than he should.

But I dunno...

I'd like to be

able to do what you do.

To be completely honest.

I think you just were.

Not even close.

You must be Chris.

You f***in' my mom?

No, I'm not.

We were just sleeping...

She's f***in' crazy.

If you haven't noticed,

she's a f***in' pot head.

She calls it cannabis

'cause it makes her

feel like less of

a f***in' pothead.

You say "f***" a lot.

So?

So you're just

not using it properly.

The f*** does that mean?

That's what I mean.

"F***" is a great word,

but if you use it too much,

then it just loses its value.

And you sound stupid.

F*** you.

Exactly.

I feel nothing,

and you sound like an idiot.

Have a good one!

Who the...

Hi.

You've reached Davis Mitchell.

I'm unavailable at the moment,

so please leave a message.

If you're looking for Julia,

I regret to inform you that

she isn't with us anymore,

which makes her

also unavailable.

Davis,

you've taken things too far.

I am deeply concerned

with your well-being.

I'm trying to reach out to you,

I'm trying to help,

but you refuse!

If you don't wish to participate

in the architecture

of your wife's legacy,

then so be it.

Just contact me

so I can free you

from this burden.

One more thing.

If you have any respect

for the memory of my daughter,

you'll erase

that f***ing message.

This is Karen, customer service.

Hello, Karen, customer service.

Hello, mister Mitchell,

what can I do for you today?

This might sound crazy,

but there's a station wagon

that's been stalking me

for the past couple of days,

and this does raise

a number of concerns,

including "a," why would

anyone be following me?

"B," am I possibly in

some kind of danger?

And "c,"

who the f*** still drives

a station wagon?

This is where you get

your prescription filled?

Okay, I lied.

It's not a prescription.

Hey, ray.

This is my friend Davis.

Hello, young man.

Ah, my favorite kind.

Thank you.

And this is for you.

It grows wild in my garden.

Don't ask me how.

I never touch the stuff.

Makes me think too much.

How 'bout you? You need some?

Oh, no.

Oh, that beauty arrived in 1961.

From Paris.

You should've seen 'er.

A real masterpiece.

Look at that, huh?

Ain't that a beauty?

But nobody wants

carousels anymore.

They want roller coasters

that go upside down

and make you puke.

Would you believe

we've got to tear it down?

Really?

Yeah. Too many repairs.

Too much money.

Can I help you?

I have my own tools.

You're very strange...

Whoo!

You got it! You got it!

Oh!

Karen Moreno,

ladies and gentlemen!

Julia loved the ocean.

We used to spend our summers

at her folks' place

in east Hampton.

That's where she wanted to be.

You miss her?

So. Where exactly

are you feeling numb?

Sort of in this whole

area right in here.

And how long have you

been feeling like this?

Can't say...

Ten or twelve years.

Davis... not sure

how to tell you this.

Come on. See for yourself.

Part of your heart is missing.

What?

How did that happen?

Judging by the bite pattern,

I'd say gypsy moths.

F*** me.

Excuse me?

Dear Karen, I keep

thinking about my childhood.

When I was sick,

and I would lay my head

in my mother's lap,

she'd run her fingers

through my hair.

She'd kiss my eyelids.

And that made everything better.

Do you think

it's too late for that?

Live here now or something?

No. Shouldn't you

be in school?

I'm suspended.

For what?

Telling the truth.

Had to do this presentation

in world affairs.

About our military presence

in the middle east.

Yeah?

What do you know about it?

June 5th.

During a routine patrol

through the Helmand province,

lieutenant Dan Doviak's Hummer

pulled over

to the side of the road

to assist a little girl.

To their surprise,

she had 60 pounds

of explosives

strapped to her body.

Oh, sh*t.

The Hummer was

engulfed in flames.

And the Afghan citizens chanted,

"death to America."

Doviak and his unit

were burned alive.

They suspend you for that?

I heard the dinner bell.

Did you have a good day?

Enjoy your little vacay?

I'm changing the music, baby.

Come on, lighten up.

Tell me what you did today.

Did you hang out

with that cute girl?

The one with

the high-waisted jeans?

You know, not everyone

can pull that look off.

Right?

Are you for real right now?

I spoke with your principal,

miss... Tersian?

I found her to be very

thoughtful and empathetic.

The good news is,

she's letting you

come back starting Monday.

You have to spend a few weeks

with the counselor,

but I think you're

getting off pretty easy.

What's the bad news?

What do you mean?

What the hell

are you talking about?

There's some random guy

eating in our house

while your boyfriend/boss

is out of town,

and you're bragging to me

about a heart-to-heart you had

with my dyke principal?

Would you just...

Okay? Gimme a break!

Davis is a friend of mine.

We've been

spending time together

because that's what friends do.

You... you spend time.

You're so transparent.

The man's wife just died.

Have some compassion,

you little sh*t!

I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry.

Your wife just died?

Yeah.

How?

Massive head trauma,

car accident.

Can you pass the salt?

I was thinking about

what you said about

how I'm not using

the f-word properly.

Yeah? What'd you come up with?

Maybe you're right.

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