Jack Page #7

Jack, you don't want|to go with me. I'm an old lady.

But that's why.|That's why I wanna go with you.

I can't go with the girls my age|because I look so much older than them.

You look just like me.

Jackie-- Jack.

You are still|a very young man...

up here.

I-- I know l-- I look closer|to your age than the girls in class.

- You're right about that.|- So what time should|my mom and I pick you up?

Jack, you are my student...

and I'm your teacher.

And teachers and students|don't go to dances together.

- Do you understand that?|- Please?

No.

I'm sorry, honey.|It just wouldn't be right.

Do you understand?

Oh, Jackie, don't.

- Don't, Jack.|- I'm okay.

Jack. Jack, wait!

- Jack, come back. Let's talk.|- I don't wanna talk.

- Jack, it has nothing to do with you!|- Leave me alone!

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

- Jack.|- It hurts.

Somebody help us!|Somebody help!

- Something's wrong.|- Hold on.

Somebody help!|Somebody help!

Miss Marquez!|Jack's hurt!

- Excuse me. Miss--|- Nurse, which way's intensive care?

- Down the hall, first left|and up the stairs.|- Okay.

I think what happened here|is the result of severe strain.

So it wasn't a heart attack?

Well, not exactly.

This is a form|of arteriosclerosis or angina.

But Jack's situation|is unique.

- Honey, that's your heart.|- Yeah? ls it okay?

Mm-hmm. You can wait|for your parents here.

They'll be a few more minutes.

Can I have a sucker?

His internal clock|is running out.

The physical signs of aging|are going to occur more quickly.

His body is working overtime.

Little things that we take for granted|are going to affect him truly.

Hey.

Go on. Hey.

How do you feel, Jackie?

I'm okay.

Louis just called for you.

He said he hopes you feel better.

I told him|you'd call him back tomorrow.

- You need your rest.|- Why do I need rest, Mom? I feel fine.

- Here.|- What's that?

- It's for you.|- A surprise?

Oh, thanks.

Honey--

Oh.

- We don't ever want anything|like this to happen again.|- Me too.

So we're going to go back to the way|things were before you started school.

No.

- Hey, remember all the fun we had?|- No.

No. No, no!

It wasn't fun!

Jack, it's--|it's the only way.

What about my friends?|What about Louie?

What about George?|What about John-John?

Well, honey. They'll come|and they'll visit with you.

- Mr Woodruff will come.|- Mom. Mom.

I want to be with my friends.

- I want to be outside.|- Honey, please, don't do that.

- Oh, please, Mom. Please.|- Honey, I'm not trying to be mean.

- Mom, come on.|- Hey. Hey, remember--

Button up your overcoat

When the wind blows free

Take good care of yourself|You belong to me

No, I don't.

Dad!

Dad!

- Dad.|- Hey.

Please don't make me|stay home.

I want to go back to school.|Please, let me go back!

Don't make me be alone.|Please, Dad.

- Okay, okay.|- Please.|- Okay, okay, okay.

Please, please, please, please.

Jackie, you're my boy.|My little boy.

Oh, Jackie.

Oh, please.

Oh, please.

I-- I'm just sayin'|that we can't be afraid...

afraid that he'll fall down;

afraid that he'll hurt himself,|or another kid;

afraid to have another baby.

- Brian, you know we can't do that.|- No, I don't know that.

You know another baby|might be like--

No, I don't know anything of|the sort, and the doctors never|told us anything of the sort.

Hon, ten years ago,|when we had Jack...

we thought he was going to be|the first of three or four.

It's not the right time|to be talking about it.

Well, sooner or later|we have to talk about it, hon.

Nice set of wheels|you got there, boy.

You okay?|You okay?

Look out.

Here, have another hit|off of this. It'll help you.

- Don't waste it.|- Check your bike, buddy?

I'm thinking I ain't realized

That I'm trying|trying to forget you

- Hey! Watch it, a**hole!|- Excuse me.

- With tears in my eyes|- Booger breath.

So he starts this minimalist--|You ever hear this minimalist joke?

- No.|- That's where he starts.|It's supposed to be funny.

- I'm supposed to laugh.|- Here's one.

- Knock.|- Knock?

Knock. This is the joke.

- Knock? That's it?|- That's it. That-That's funny?

This guy comes in here,|he asks for Q-Tips.

- Q-Tips?|- We can't even give aspirin.|I think he's kidding.

- Is this a joke?|- He gets mad at me|because I don't have Q-Tips.

This is no drugstore. What?

Cool.

What? What do you want?

I'll have a...

Shirley Temple|with extra "marciano" cherries.

Maraschino.

That's what I said.|Maraschino.

You should get-- Get him a Madonna.|You know what a Madonna is?

- No.|- Shirley Temple without the cherry.

Bring him one of these, will ya?|I'm Paulie. How's it hangin'?

- Okay. My name is Jack.|- Uh, hi, Jack.

Yeah.

- There you go, buddy.|- To-To Paulie.

Yeah. Come on,|knock it back, will you.

- Here's lookin' at you, kid.|- I'm no kid!

All right.

- You like that?|Gets all the bugs outta your nose.|- Yeah.

So she says to me-- She says,|"I wanna spank you now."

- Oh, no.|- Can you believe it? Spank me?

- Boy, you must have been a bad boy.|- Oh, yeah!

- Oh, Paulie was bad.|- Bad? Ow, wow. What did you do?

Well, you know, this led to that|and l-l-l ended up goin' limp.

- You hurt your leg.|- Yeah, I ju-- I cou--|I couldn't get it started.

I'm stuck there in my birthday suit,|as limp as a wet noodle.

- It was your birthday?|- Humiliated beyond belief,|beyond repair.

Wow. Ever happened to you?

- Lots.|- Oh, Christ. Oh, man.

Oh, that is a pity.

- Well, what can I tell ya, man?|You married man, Jack? No?|- Not yet.

"Not yet." You're a lucky man.|Don't give that up.

Yeah, mine, uh,|mine threw me out...

when she found out|about my little escapades.

She wanted to take me back,|but l-l said-- I said no.

I said, "No, 'cause it's time|to make a change."

'Cause that's what it's about,|isn't it? It's all about change.

God, I'll tell ya.

It is God's cruel trick, Jack.

First you start losin' your hair.

- Yeah, then it starts|growin' on your back.|- On your back, yeah!

- See? Like that.|- Out of your nose. Look at that.

- And your ears.|- And your ears, yeah.

What's that all about?

Your eyebrows start growin'|all out of whack.

Next thing you know, you're|walking around like some bald gorilla.

They call you a freak.

Before you know it, you're pushing up|the daisies in some depressing cemetery.

Ooh.

Now there is|a sad story for you.

- I know her.|- Yeah, you do?|- Yeah.

Husband ran out on her and|the kids a couple years back?

- Kid.|- They haven't seen her since, I guess.

Bet you could crack walnuts|on her ass too.

- Hey, go for it, big Jack.|- Hi, boys.|- Hi, D.D.

Oh!

Principal Powell!

I'm so surprised|to see you here.

Oh, what a nice surprise.|I can't believe it!

Nice to see you.|It's nice to see someone I know.

Oh, well, that's a nice thing to say.|How're you doing?

- I can't believe you're here.|- Me too.

Believe me, that wasn't|the first matchbook I ever passed out.

Mmm. Ooh. That looks like fun.|Wanna go dance?

Okay.

Oh.

Mmm. So gallant.|You man, you.

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