I Melt with You Page #5

They were lucky.

Death is something to attain.

Do you see them alive

when you close your eyes

to go to sleep?

Let me be her.

No!

God, Tim!

Rich! Richard!

Ron, Richard!

No!

Help!

Help, help, help!

Oh, God!

Timmy! Timmy!

God, help me!

Get him down!

Help, Ron! Ron!

Ron! Ron!

Get him down.

Get him down.

- There shouldn't be blood.

- Help me out.

Hold his head!

Hold his head!

Hold his head!

Ron!

- Timmy! Tim!

- Let's go.

- Let's go.

- Tim!

- Ron!

- Come on. Tim, Tim.

Come on.

Tim, come on!

Come on, do it!

Get it!

Tim, Tim, Tim.

Timmy, Timmy!

Wake up, Tim.

- Rich.

- Oh, God.

- Hey, hey.

- He's dead.

- What?

- What's going on?

- He's f***in' dead!

- What's going on?

He's gone!

Would you f***ing listen to me?

- What are you f***in'...

- He's f***in' gone!

- What happened?

- He's gone!

Our f***ing friend is gone.

Let him be, let him be.

- Tim.

- Okay.

He even shaved.

"25 years from now..."

What are we supposed to do?

What are we supposed to...?

Motherf***er beat me

to the punch.

Somebody help me,

because I'm...

I'm lost here.

I'm not.

I remember everything.

Senior year, the room upstairs,

the green couch,

the slanted walls,

the Joy Division posters

all over the walls

- like it was yesterday.

- It was Timmy's idea.

He said, "Will we ever

remember this moment?

Will we ever have

friends like this?"

"Will we ever

feel this way again?

This alive, this free,

this possible again?"

Oh, God, I...

I'll never forget it,

and yet...

I forgot it.

We all did.

We all forgot it.

Tim didn't.

Look, we all said

a lot of things

when we were young.

Okay.

Okay, so this... this means

nothing to you?

Your word's no good.

Look, we're gonna call

the police now, right?

And say what?

That we signed an oath,

and now our friend is dead?

"Please come pick up the body"?

Who gives a f***ing sh*t?

F***.

Timmy obviously did.

You know, he remembered

what we wanted to be,

and... so do I.

You're... this is insane,

by the way.

We're high.

We are high as sh*t.

Which is why we need

to just think this through.

Look, we just need

to come down, all right?

- Sleep it off, all right?

- I can't come down, okay?

Now, well, hold...

okay, okay, I'm confused...

shut the f*** up.

I'm confused.

Are we talking about

not calling the cops?

All our names are on that note.

That piece of f***ing sh*t

scrawl signified

means nothing!

I'm not the same

f***ing fool who signed that.

Neither are you, all right?

Things change.

No, you certainly are not

the same person, Ron.

What the f*** does that mean?

Okay, so our bond

is no good to you,

a promise we made...

none of that means anything.

Your dead friend...

It means we f***ing

think about it.

It means that I am not

the same person.

None of us are.

You're not the same person?

You're not the same

f***ing friend?

- F*** you.

- F*** you. I'm a father.

- And? And?

- And so are you!

Jonathan sees his son

once every two weeks,

and his son calls

his stepfather "Dad."

You write your name in blood,

and... and it means what?

Your blood means hooey to you.

So, you go home, Ron.

Go to your mother.

Go to your wife, who you love,

and you go explain to her

how badly you f***ed up, okay?

You failed.

You disappointed.

And how badly

did you f*** up, huh?

You greedy cocksucker.

What did you do?

You a bank robber?

Hmm? Steal people's money?

A bank robber now?

Bang, bang, bang!

Ronnie the bank robber!

Tell us!

Did you go bad on us?

Are you like the hideous men

we read... Jonathan,

did our little Ronnie

go bad on us?

Yeah, hello, we have

an emergency.

What the f*** are you doing?

Listen, someone

has committed suicide.

We have to call the cops.

We have to report this.

- That's...

- This is who we are.

If, when we wrote it,

we were not that...

Let me just

get this straight...

you want me to sign off

on some 25-year-old

idealistic piece of bullshit

that I don't even remember?

Richard, are you

kidding me with this?

This is not a reality.

This has nothing

to do with now.

- Tim is dead.

- No, Timmy died for his reasons.

That's right.

You know, guilt...

I know he could never

live with himself,

but he did it.

- He was weak.

- That was...

that was his choice, pal.

That was his life.

You know what...

you never followed through

on a motherfucking thing

in your entire life, not even then.

You know what we used to call you

behind your back, buddy?

"Rat Ron."

Rat Ron.

Because you were

a f***ing rodent.

You were selling us tickets to concerts

that you got for free.

You were trying to f***

Jonathan's girlfriend.

Rat f***ing Ron...

always had to be the man,

the man with the plan.

Well, you tell me...

tell me, Rat Ron,

is that why you're

in so much trouble now?

You f***ing loser.

Where are all

your best-sellers, huh?

Where are all your f***ing best-sellers,

you f***ing hack?

Did you forget when Rat Ron bailed you

out of jail when we were seniors?

You forget about that? Because your

mommy didn't have any f***ing money?

Arty little Richard

with no f***ing money.

And Ron had all the money,

'cause that was

my f***ing role.

You were art, I was commerce...

that's what you said.

- You remember that?

- Yes.

And you... how much money

did I make for you over the years,

you f***ing zombie quack f***?

Let me... let me try to lay this out

for you in a language

that you can understand, okay?

The way I see it,

you got two choices.

You can stay here.

You can die there.

'Cause I got a feeling

no matter what kind of bullshit

you wrapped yourself up into, man,

you are in it so deep,

it is going to

f*** you in the ass

and swallow you whole.

This is insane.

This is f***ing insane.

Oh, my God.

F***ing Timmy.

I think you should leave, Ron.

I think it's best.

All right, I'm gonna go

pack up my stuff, all right?

I'm gonna take off. I'm going home.

I just want

to make it clear that I left

before any of this

happened, all right?

All right.

We should do

something about Timmy.

Hey, Ron, it's me.

The police are here...

The courage of the coward

Is greater than

All others...

Now the f***in' FBI

is here, so please get here.

I need you to call me,

please, please.

I have no idea what's going on.

A scaredy-cat

will scratch you

If you back him

in a... in a corner

But I

I:

Am

A coward

I, I

I:

Am

A coward

I:

Am

A coward.

This is all Timmy's.

That's good.

It's really beautiful, Richard.

Hey, fellas.

Captain Bob.

It's good to see you.

You, too.

Where's your buddy Tim?

He, uh...

Yeah, he... he had

some other plans...

- Yeah.

- Pretty sudden.

- Had to take off.

- Yep.

Gee, he must have

been disappointed to have to leave.

Yeah.

Guess he went home sour

'cause he didn't

catch any fish.

- Probably.

- Probably.

Got so embarrassed,

he just took off.

Yeah, he said he had

some important business.

Hmm.

All right, well,

you boys take care.

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