Fools Page #4

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she was a junkie.

I make up stuff about

myself sometimes

to make people think

stuff about me.

Maybe if you told me

something you were making up

about yourself, I could

tell you something

I was making up about myself.

- You lied to me

about something?

- No, not to you.

- What did you lie about?

- All I'm saying

is if you told me

you were making stuff

up about your father,

maybe I could tell

you something.

- Just tell me what

you lied about.

- I didn't...

- I don't wanna

live with a liar.

You can't stay here in my

apartment if you're a liar.

- I'm not a liar.

- Rule number four from the

book, always tell the truth.

You can't break that rule.

- I'm not an actor.

- You're not a Princess.

- No, I'm not a Princess.

- Those people in the

photos, they're your family.

- Yes.

- What happened to your mother?

- She died.

My father killer her.

- He killed her?

- They used to fight a lot.

My father would drink,

she would hide his bottles

the one place she knew he

wouldn't go looking for them,

under my bed.

Then he'd go out

to the bar instead.

He'd come home still thirsty.

One night he came home and

they started fighting again.

Money, work, then finally,

"where's my bottles?

"Where's my bottles?"

Mom made swear not to tell

him, so I lay in my bed.

I stayed there as the screaming

got louder and louder.

And then it changed, it

was a different scream.

It was a scream you had to make

stop like when a baby cries.

So I went under my

bed, I found a bottle,

I took it to the kitchen, and

my father was standing there

a knife in his hand,

blood dripping.

Mom was crumpled in a heap.

He looked at the

bottle, he looked at me.

His eyes were blank.

There was nothing in them.

They ruled it

temporary insanity.

- What happened to you?

- When my sisters were

older they took care of me

until he came back.

But when he came back, I

couldn't be around any more.

I couldn't feel safe.

- Is that the truth?

- Maybe sometimes it's

better not to know

your father all that well.

- My father was a great actor.

- Okay.

- I don't believe you.

I don't believe anything

you say any more.

I want you out by tomorrow.

Mr. hill?

I really prefer not to do this.

Look, I know it's not

standard operating procedure,

but maybe give me a key?

Mr. hill.

- Oh, I got dizzy.

- Let's get you into

bed, can you stand up?

- Where are we going?

- I want to show you

something, your bedroom.

- No, no, it's filthy.

- Your bedroom is

clean, Mr. hill.

It just needed a little dusting.

- No, my chair.

- You need to lie down.

- Stop.

- The bed is made

and everything.

It'll be nice and comfy.

- No no, just let me go.

Freda.

- It doesn't sound like

the hill family's gonna sue.

- I get it, I f***ed up.

- I told you, we are a

food delivery service.

We do chores.

We're not licensed to

provide medical assistance.

Why didn't you

call an ambulance?

- You're firing me,

it's not a big deal,

you're not the first.

It's just the first job

I actually cared about.

- I'm not firing you.

You made a mistake,

learn from it.

- You have to fire me.

I f***ed up, I get fired.

- I am not firing you.

- I killed a man,

you have to fire me!

- You want to get fired?

Fire yourself.

Quit if you like.

- Fine.

I quit!

- What are you doing here?

- Who's that?

- He's my guest.

- Is Harvey my dad?

- I'll be going.

- I'll call...

- sure, sure.

- Did you talk to Harvey?

- Did you get fired?

- I quit.

- What happened?

- I killed a client.

- What?

- I gave him a stroke.

- Oh, you can't give

somebody a stroke.

- He didn't have to die.

- You didn't get fired?

- No, I quit.

- What did Harvey say?

- It's pretty obvious I'm

not cut out for the job.

- Harvey didn't say that.

- He said, "you want to

get fired, fire yourself."

- That's how he talks.

- You've been smoking again.

- Mel must have left 'em.

- Mel smokes slims?

- I guess he does.

- If you're smoking,

say you smoke.

- I'm not smoking.

- Because if you tell

me you don't smoke

and I know you're

smoking, how can I believe

anything you tell me?

- Because I tell you it's true.

- Whereas if I know you're

smoking, and you tell me

you smoke, I won't be happy,

but I'll know you're honest.

- They're not mine.

- Whereas if you tell

me you're not smoking

and I can smell it on your

clothes and on your hair,

I know you're lying.

- I'm not smoking.

- Is Harvey my father?

- How is this supposed

to make me feel?

Did I not work every

day of your childhood

to clothe you and to feed you?

Did I not still squirrel away

money so at Christmas time

I could buy you presents?

- Is he?

- Don't you think I wanted

you to have a father?

- It's him, right?

Is it Harvey?

- Where did you get that?

- In a book in your

closet, elements of acting.

- In college, before

I dropped out.

- Is it him?

- That's me.

That's my dad.

You never met him.

A father is somebody

who sticks around.

Nobody ever stuck around,

I couldn't get anybody

to stick around.

Not even him.

- Harvey didn't

stick around for us?

- Harvey was a counselor

after you were born,

before I got clean.

He couldn't help me, us.

I wasn't ready.

And I wouldn't let

him help you either.

- Are any of those guys, any

of those bosses you sent me to,

any of them?

- None of them.

Why won't you believe me?

You know, sometimes people lie.

But sometimes you

should believe them.

- I think,

I think I f***ed up.

Susan?

Rockford.

Hi.

- You're back.

- I love my job, I

don't wanna quit.

- Okay.

- Can I borrow a

Van for the weekend?

- Yeah?

- I'm looking for Susan.

- Who says there's a Susan here?

- That is not how we

answer the damn door.

Can I help you?

- Is Susan here?

- And who might you be?

- I'm from Chicago,

my name is Sam.

I'm a friend of Susan's.

- A friend?

- Get out, Vera.

Susan's got a dude, get in here.

Susan, you didn't

talk about Sam.

Susie, wash your

hands, wash your hands.

I'm her sister, Lily, and this

our older sister Vera here.

- Hiya.

- That's Jason, my husband.

- Sorry about the door.

- This little one

here is grace, my daughter,

and my older daughter,

Tara, is probably running

around out back somewhere.

- I believe you.

- You're here to rescue me?

- Rescue you from what?

- Somebody at the door?

- You're in trouble,

dad's coming.

Hey, pops, Susan has someone

she wants you to meet.

This is Sam.

- He can stay for dinner.

- They're just so cute.

- Yeah, they're cute.

- You just wanna eat 'em up.

You know, just something so cute

you just wanna eat it all up?

Like chop it into a salad.

Their little fingers, little

ears, just eat 'em up.

- Yeah, I got ya.

- You take my little girl

and I'll chop you up

into little pieces.

Wait, that come out wrong.

I don't mean 'cause you're cute.

- No, right.

- I meant the part about

taking my little girl.

- I understand what

you were telling me.

- Ooh, it's a beauty.

- Oh, she's done it again.

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