Demolition Page #6

Thank you.

Sorry.

Did she tell you

she was pregnant?

Last year.

Did you know?

Why didn't she tell me?

You wanna know why?

It wasn't yours.

She was seeing someone.

And I took her

for the procedure.

I wish she'd kept it.

Here's your refund.

Keep the change.

Davis.

Davis.

Hey. I'm sorry.

How is he?

They're not saying much.

He's, uh, still in surgery.

It was six of them

beating the sh*t out of him.

I feel like it's all my fault.

I had one f***in' job.

Miss Moreno!

Baby? Hey.

Honey?

Listen to me.

I won't let anyone

hurt you ever again.

And I won't hurt you either.

I just want you to be

who you are.

You hear me?

I'll do better, I promise.

And when you wake up,

you are in so much trouble.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Michael.

I know about

everything, Michael.

And it's okay.

I just hope that

you cared for her

because she deserved that.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

I was in the other car.

I was, uh...

Driving the car that hit you.

And I've been trying to, um...

I've been trying...

I'm sorry.

It's okay, man.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay, man.

"Not my chair,

not my problem."

Is that what you say?

You got two minutes.

Thank you for meeting me, Phil.

I'm sorry.

Um...

There was love

between me and Julia.

I just didn't take care of it.

I think the scholarship is...

It's good.

I think that it's good.

I understand it. Um...

But I wanna do

something else for her.

And, uh, I was

wondering if, um...

You'd wanna be a part of it.

Could I...

Go ahead, have a seat.

Dear Davis,

thanks for your letter.

I'm recovering slowly

but surely.

Despite the ass-kicking,

I must say,

being myself feels good.

By the way, mom left Carl, Fyi.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

I have a little gift for you.

Seven! Six! Five! Four!

Be at pier 64 this Saturday

at 11:
00 A.M. sharp.

Three! Two! One!

Trust me.

Yeah!

P.S. Go f*** yourself.

Warmest regards,

Davis c. Mitchell.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes