Jack Goes Home Page #4

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In that window right over there.

- That wasn't a fight as much

as her throwing him around.

- And she threw him up against

the glass out of nowhere.

Scared the sh*t out of us.

We were laughing so hard.

We were hiding in the bushes.

F***. Why was that so funny

at the time?

- I don't know.

Maybe 'cause we... like,

really understood it, ya know?

- What do you mean?

- Like, like...

When you're a kid,

everything that was so important

is just so, so trivial now,

and vice versa.

- Mm-hmm.

- Like two people that happen

to be my parents

were just...

Fighting each other,

just throwing each other around.

That's... that's a funny thing

to watch when you're a kid.

Then you get older,

and you realize

that that sh*t is in you.

That your parents... are you.

And all that bitterness...

I'm... really stoned.

- Tell me something.

You feel like dancing?

- You know what?

I think I do.

- Hey, man.

Fancy meeting you here.

- Great, it's you.

- Sven.

How ya doin', daddy?

Uh...

This is my best friend...

Jack.

- Best friend, huh?

I thought his friend

was that dike over there.

Strange.

Haven't seen you here before.

- Well, I've been coming here

my whole life

and I haven't seen you either.

I guess that makes us

equally strange.

- Let me see your hands.

- No.

- Well, Sven, he... reads palms.

Like a witch.

- Cool.

- Now, this is very interesting.

See, your heart line...

Goes all the way up to here.

But your head line...

Stops here.

- What does that mean?

- That means

you're already dead.

- I'm sorry about that.

- It's fine.

- No... it's not.

People like Sven think

they have the right to use

and abuse and manipulate

even if they don't know how

or why they have that right.

- May not know

the meaning of the word,

but tonight

you pontificate very well.

- Hey.

I liked what you said today.

At the celebration.

- You were there?

- Sorry.

Tried to stay as hidden

as I could.

- How did you know about it?

- Your mom told me.

Her and I speak all the time

since I moved in.

- How long ago did you move in?

- A while ago.

- You know my father?

- Uh, we... met each other

a few times, in passing.

To be honest, I don't think

he liked me very much.

He'd only say a few words to me

every time we saw each other.

But I'm not trying to say

that he was an ass or anything,

or that I'm any less sorry...

- here we go with the sorries.

- Hey. Come on. Hey.

Look, two for two, okay?

You were an a**hole before

and I was an a**hole now.

I don't know you,

but for some reason,

I care about you,

so can you sit down

and we can talk a little bit?

- F*** off, queer.

- Jack. Jack!

- Sorry.

Sorry.

Stop it.

Come on, a**hole.

Shhh...

Rusty.

Mom hates that.

Rusty, come on.

Rusty?

C'mere. C'mere.

Shhh... c'mere.

What the f***

is wrong with you?!

You hurt him!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no. No!

Stop, stop, stop! Stop!

Stop, stop!

Please stop, stop, stop, stop!

No, no, no, no, no!!!

Jesus.

- Whew!

- You scared me.

- Oh, you scared me.

Ha... what are you doing up?

- I wanted a glass of water.

What are you doing up?

- I was hungry.

Sweet dreams, good boy.

- 'Night, mom.

- There he is.

There's my boy.

My good little guy.

Jack out of the box!

See? You're smiling now.

It's not so bad to smile, is it?

Huh?

Once in awhile?

Here's baby Jack,

and here's baby Andy!

Ah, my two little monsters.

My good little monsters, huh?

Oh, man,

you are gonna fight and scream

and give mommy and daddy

such a headache,

but we're gonna love you.

Yes, we are.

We're gonna love you forever.

- I don't wanna!

- Jack? What's wrong?

Come on, now.

Come on, Jack. Please!

Stop crying!

Oh... oh...

Oh!

Oh!!

Oh!!

Oh...!

- What the f***? F***.

What the f***?

Um, what...

Would you be?

What would you be?

Um...

Dad's social security.

Social security.

8-2-7-2.

Um...

Dad's birthday?

Dad's birthday...

Um... okay.

My birthday.

19...

Ah... come on, Jack.

Come on, Jack.

Jack. Jack.

Jack.

J...

A... 2.

C... 2.

K...

: Jack?

Jack, are you okay up there?

Jack, I just want to know

you're okay.

- And you don't...

Remember any of this?

Your mom and dad

never said anything?

- No. Your mom never said

anything to you?

- No. No, of course not.

I... you...

I would've said something.

- There's something else.

- What?

- With the briefcase.

There was...

There's a videotape and, uh...

- Tell me.

- It was my mom... my dad...

Me as a baby...

and my twin brother.

- But you don't...

Have a brother.

- I did on the tape.

Andy.

- Isn't that what you were...

Gonna name your kid?

- Not anymore.

- Jack.

Jack, my boy,

I hope you can hear me.

You need to know I never

wanted this hurt for you.

I... don't know

when you'll hear this.

Maybe never.

But if you are hearing it...

it probably means

I'm already gone.

You'll be a man soon.

And a man

needs to know the truth.

And the truth is...

I'm sorry.

Endlessly sorry.

I've failed you.

I've failed to protect you.

My own baby boy.

My own flesh and blood.

The devil is in you now.

- It's not real. It isn't real.

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real.

- You having a bad dream, baby?

- What are you doing here?

- I thought

we could have a little cuddle.

Like we used to. With Andy.

What are you doing?!

Oh! Ow!

What are you doing?!

You open the door,

you f***ing sonofabitch!!

You filthy sonofabitch!!

- Go away! Go away! Ah!!!

Jack is not at his phone,

so please leave a message

after the tone.

- Sh*t.

- Jack is not at his...

- Hey, um...

It's me.

I was just, uh...

I don't know, whatever, just...

Just call me back, okay?

- Hey.

You're shaking. What's wrong?

- Nothing. I just...

- You worry too much about him.

Jack will be fine.

- Look, I know he's a hard-ass

and he's been a dick to you,

but trust me, he breaks.

When I came out,

he was there, when...

When my mom died, he was there.

He's always there.

Now, I have to be...

- shhh.

Well...

go.

- Something really bad...

Is happening.

- So when's your boyfriend

get back?

- Six days.

- Nice.

- Hey, you okay?

You don't seem okay.

- I'm fine.

What?

- Definition of not being fine

when someone says, "I'm fine."

- Said I'm fine and I meant it.

- Oh, yeah?

What about all that screaming

I heard last night, huh?

You know I'm your neighbor.

It's kinda hard to bullshit me.

Okay, just stop.

Let the dog go for a second

and just talk to me.

- You don't... know me.

- Is that a question

or a statement?

- Neither.

Pretending that I'm talking

to myself,

'cause that's the only way

I can accept the words

I want to say out loud.

- Okay.

I'm Jack.

Now, say whatever Jack

wants to say to Jack.

I'm... Jack.

Tell me what you think of Jack.

- I hate you, Jack.

I hate your family, Jack.

Your lying mother.

Your bastard father.

It's pathetic.

The only thing

that could open your eyes

was the death of everything

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