Jack Goes Home Page #5

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you trusted and believed in.

Your whole world.

A world that would be better off

without you in it.

I have to go.

Where's my...? Rusty?!

- Hey, whatever's going on,

you mustn't say

things like that.

- Where the hell have you been?

Jack? It's 1:
00

in the f***ing morning.

- What do you care?

- What do I care?

I care about the broken windows.

What the hell did you do?

What did you do?

Jack, I'm talking to you!

What did you do about...

- what did I do?

What did you do?

What did you do?

You... you don't remember?

You don't remember

slapping dad around?

You don't remember

pushing him around?

Hmm?

How does that feel?

Does that feel good?

Does that feel good to you?

'Cause that doesn't feel good

to me.

Because I'm a good person.

I'm a good person,

you f***ing idiot.

Getting into bed with me -

what the f*** is wrong with you?

Jesus.

- What are you talking about?

- I have to go call my fiance

and check on my baby.

That's right, mom.

I'm having a child.

Can't wait to f*** him up

like you f***ed me up.

- Oh, my...

- Hi.

- Hello.

Hi.

- You okay? You seem upset.

- Uh, I'm... I'm... I'm fine.

I'm f***ing great, actually.

- So how is everything?

- You told me to call you

as soon as possible.

Now you're gonna ask me

about the f***ing weather.

- I'm sorry.

Is this actually Jack Thurlow?

Because the Jack Thurlow I know

would never speak to me

that way.

- I'm sorry.

Really, I am.

You look upset. What's wrong?

Did she die?

- Who?

- Your grandmother.

Is our baby dead?

Our baby's dead.

- I went

to the doctor's appointment,

just a routine checkup,

and everything was normal,

and they don't know

what happened!

They don't know anything!

Just... something went wrong

and... oh!!

I'm so sorry, Jack.

I'm so sorry.

It just hurts so bad

and I need you! I need you!

I'm so sorry.

- Our baby's dead.

Sit down.

Tell me what this means.

- Did you read all of it?

The whole report?

- Yes.

- Then you already know.

There's nothing more I can add,

even if you hold a knife

to my throat.

- Don't...

- Go for it.

- Tell me! Tell me who this is.

Is it...? That's... that's me.

- Your father and I were always

at the university, teaching.

Not less than four nights

a week.

Our neighbor

had a 19-year-old son.

He needed money,

so he became your babysitter.

After a... a few months,

we noticed

that you were vomiting

almost every morning

after he had looked after you.

He finally admitted to us

that he and his father...

had been touching you.

So we went to the police.

There was a... a trial,

and they were punished.

It's as simple as that.

- How did I tell you?

- One morning, you threw up,

and daddy asked you

what was wrong and you s...

You said he had put his peepee

in your mouth.

That was all we needed to hear.

And the therapist said

that after two years,

it was a miracle that you had

forgotten everything,

so we decided

that that was best.

- What about Andy?

- Andy.

Andy's not in here.

How did you find out about him?

- Doesn't matter.

Answer the question.

- Andy is your brother...

And he was born with you.

He was your twin.

And he got an infection

and he died.

- Bullshit.

Tell me!

- Okay.

You cried... so much.

You cried and you cried

and you cried and you cried

and you cried... and... Andy...

was so full of smiles.

He was so happy

and...

- get... get to the point.

- No.

There is no point.

I'm gonna go lie down.

Oh!

- Don't make me kill my mother.

- That night,

your father must have had

some kind of breakdown.

He went from some kind a high

to a low.

He couldn't take

your screaming anymore.

Neither of us could.

I... woke up and I heard

the water running in the bathtub

and that is all I know.

Alright.

I saw the lights out

in your room.

I stumbled to the tub

and I saw your father

holding my baby under the tap.

And I said to him: "Why?"

And he smiled...

And he said,

"Jack won't cry anymore.

Now we can sleep."

But I knew it was Andy

in that water.

It was not you.

And he knew it too,

because 10 seconds later,

you started to cry again.

It was supposed to be you, Jack!

It was supposed to be you!

It was not supposed to be Andy!

It was supposed to be you!!

It was your father.

And I have a question for you.

Why, after all the things

I sheltered you from,

have I become the devil

and he's god?

- Hey!

You okay?

- No.

She's lying.

She's lying!

She wants to make me insane.

I'm not.

She wants to make me insane.

I'm not insane!

He would never do that sh...

He would never do that.

Never.

She's just... she's just...

F***ing b*tch.

What the...? No. No.

: Help. Help!

Help!

Help!

- I will, Jack. I will.

I'll help you, Jack.

Just...

Be a good boy.

That's it. Just breathe.

Be a good boy.

Hi.

- She's back.

- No.

- Jack?

Jack, I'm coming in.

Jack?

Jack! F***!

- Sh... She killed him.

- Here, let me just, um...

Jack, co...

- what?

Mine!

Mine.

Don't f***ing touch him.

- Ahem...

Look, I'm just trying...

- what? What? Trying to what?

Trying to what?

Trying to what?!!

Are... you trying to help?

Are you helping?

Are-are-wh-wh... I'm sorry?

Is that what you're gonna say?

I'm sorry?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Who...

Are you?

- I'm your best friend, Jack.

- You're my best friend!

- I'm your best friend!!!

- My best friend!

Are you gonna f-f-fix anything?

You gon...

You gonna make me laugh?

G-get me stoned?

You gonna tell me...

F***ing jokes?

I don't need help. I'm...

Fixing things.

I don't need you.

I don't need you.

Go away! Go away!

Get out! Get out!!! Get out!

Get the f*** out! Get out!

Ah!!!

- Once upon a time,

there was a little boy,

and he went to the woods

with his mother.

They planned to pick berries

and flowers of color,

but instead

the boy picked up his brother.

His brother was shy

and so very mean

and angered himself

at all that was seen.

The angry, old brother,

he needed a friend.

"Come with me...

- Hey.

You know what you have to do.

Hmm?

- Mom...

I made you a drink.

- Thank you, darling.

- You wanna hear some music?

Will you dance with me?

Yes?

- Hello.

You must be Jack.

- Yes, I... I must be.

- I'm Linda Fletcher.

I live four houses down that way

and I just...

- what do... what do you want?

- Well, I-i just wanted to say

I'm so sorry about the accident

and that I couldn't be here

for the funeral.

I had planned to be,

but my daughter just had

her first child in Phoenix,

so I just got back...

- congratulations to her.

And to you, being a grandmother.

Wish you luck and lots of it.

Are those flowers for us?

Is that why you're here?

- Yes. I just wanted to send

my sympathies.

I can't imagine

what you must be going through.

- Sunflowers.

That's my mom's favorite.

- Yes, I know.

- I'll be sure she gets them.

Is there anything else?

- Um... no.

Just, um...

let me know

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