Jacknife Page #4

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You're damn right.

I'll pay for it. Don't worry. | Don't you worry about it.

- I liked it. I liked the kiss. | - I'll pay for it. I'm sorry.

Joseph, I liked the kiss.

I liked the kiss, Joseph.

- I'm sorry, I'll pay for it. | - Joseph.

- Hello, Ed. | - Dave.

Well, can I...?

Please. Of course. Yes.

- Who is it, dear? | - Pru and I were watching the news.

Pru, it's...

Why, Dave.

Sorry it's so late, Pru.

Nonsense.

Come in and sit with us.

- Something to drink, Dave? A beer? | - Yeah, please.

- Well, it's been quite a while. | - Not so long, dear.

Dave shoveled the walk for us | after that big snow in February.

Oh, that's right.

If you need anything done around the | house, I could come back again.

Mow the lawn, maybe?

Rake some leaves.

Oh, well, we have a landscaping | service that does all that.

We'd appreciate that, Dave.

Do I really... look well?

Dave, is everything all right?

I doubt it.

Thank you for your concern.

I'd really like it if you would let | me come and clean your yard.

- You've done that before. Why? | - Why? I don't know why, Martha.

Come inside. We'll...

we'll go upstairs.

Go... go... Martha.

Come here.

William Green.

And we were such an unlikely pair.

He was tall and skinny, | and I was...

well, me.

You was pretty good.

Neither of us knew | what we were doing.

We were like two cars that hooked | bumpers. Pushing and pulling.

I don't know why I'm laughing. | It was horrible.

We went to a cheap hotel.

He kept apologizing. 'I'm terribly | sorry. I'm so terribly sorry. '

I think he hoped | I'd changed my mind.

And then he asked me to marry him.

He'd been to bed with me, | so he thought he should.

- But, you know, you didn't want to? | - I didn't do it so he'd marry me.

In the long run, we would have | made each other miserable.

Well...

it's getting late. | We better think about hitting it.

- Hey, I can really see myself out. | - I can walk you to the door.

Well...

- Joseph? | - Yeah?

The seniors are having their prom. | I'm a chaperone. Will you take me?

- Me? | - Yes, you.

I never went to my own prom. | No one asked me to go.

I crashed mine. I walked in wearing | a motorcycle jacket and boots.

Stood there like a madman, | grinning at all them tuxedos.

I was just hoping that somebody'd | try and throw me out.

- Will you take me? | - I don't know, Martha, I...

Okay, I'm ready. | Move it up. It's great.

Forty-two regular.

Thirty-four.

Thirty.

- May I help you, sir? | - I'd like...

- Something for the prom. | - Let me. I have some suggestions.

Here's one here. | Here's a wristlet.

It's for the young lady | to wear on her wrist.

Martha!

Martha, I'm home.

Joseph is taking me to a prom.

Shall I put a TV dinner in the oven | for you, or will you be going out?

If Dad were alive, he wouldn't let | a guy like this on the porch.

Someone gentle and kind? | I doubt that.

- Turkey or Salisbury steak? | - I have had it with you.

- With him. You listening to me? | - Oh, I hear you.

I want you to call him, and tell | him that something came up.

The PTA. The f***ing Board | of Education wants to see you!

What's the matter with you? He's | a loser, and you pretend he's not.

- Go out! Go to a bar and get drunk! | - No way.

Well, then shut up. | A loser? You're a loser!

You're like a mold in this house.

You eat what's put in front of you, | and grunt when spoken to!

Sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

I would be better off | with a Saint Bernard.

At least I wouldn't have to worry | about a dog killing himself.

Tell me, what's it like to want | nothing more than to get drunk?

- I just wanna be left alone. | - By what?

By life? You a**hole.

You just want me here so it won't be | empty when you decide to come home.

- And I've been afraid for you. | - For me? What about you?

Okay, okay, yes! | Yes, I have been afraid for me.

But I've done it. | I have stayed.

Well, no more. | I am leaving. Just like Mama.

She cried. Did you think | she was crying for Papa?

It was for you. Because you might | as welI have been dead, too.

Martha?

Martha.

Joseph, I'm sorry. | I'm not ready.

Yeah, it's me.

I told the guy I was a white knight | going to meet a fair damsel.

Just a mad seducer. | That's me.

What? You okay?

You. You in the pants.

Why're you wearing | pants like that?

You a soldier?

Answer me. A kid like you, | you know how to fight?

No? kids don't know how to fight.

They don't know nothing about | it at all. Take those pants off.

Take them off.

- Take off the f***ing pants! | - Hey, mister...

we're not looking for any trouble.

Nobody ever really is, | Joe College.

Tell your friend to take | those pants off.

- Or I'll do it for him. | - Why don't you leave them alone?

Come on, why do you say? | They're just kids.

Hi, Ms. Flanagan.

Hi, Ms. Flanagan.

- Martha. You look enchanting. | - Thank you, William.

- Joseph, this is... | - Green. Geology and Space Science.

Joseph Megessey. Cars.

- You'll excuse us. | - Oh, sure.

That's him, huh? | Bee-bee-beep.

You click your heels three times, | you'll end up in kansas.

- Give me another. | - Maybe you ought to slow down, Dave.

- Joseph, this is Tanya e Frank. | - Hello, Tanya.

Frank teaches Phys. Ed.

- You like sports? | - Me? Love them.

- Which ones? | - Sports. Like when I was a kid...

go visit my cousins on this farm, | we'd have horseshit fights.

The road apples would fly. | I excelled at that.

I've also been very good | at demolishing trucks.

- No, no. | - Go on, Dave!

- You got 5 seconds. Five seconds! | - Come on, we gotta go!

- Come on, out! | - No!

- Hello. | - Oh, hi.

- You wanna dance, Martha? | - No.

- Do you? | - Come on.

I don't really know how...

Come on, help me.

Help me. Let's get | the f*** outta here! Come on!

- Megs! | - Let's get the f*** out of here!

Megs!

- You okay? I'm going back for Megs. | - No, don't go back, Bobby.

Don't go back, man! | Don't go back! Don't go back, Bobby!

Jacknife's dead!

Jacknife's dead! | Jacknife's dead!

No!

Joseph? Do you know who | the queen of this prom is?

- Who? | - Me.

Bullshit! Bullshit!

High school bullshit!

It's cause of you. | It's your fault!

We should've stayed put! | We were twenty feet in the air!

We should've stayed put! | We were getting shot to pieces!

But no! 'Gotta get some! | Get some! Get some! Get some!'

You gonna be lucky for her? | Like you were for me?

- Like you were for Bobby? | - They drafted me.

- But you? You enlisted. | - Come on!

F***ing jock! Thought | they were gonna tackle you...

instead of blow you away, | you chickenshit a**hole?

- F***! | - I heard you! I heard you!

You were scared, and you landed | wrong, and your ankles broke!

I got hit because of that! | I lay there in the mud bleeding...

and I heard you! 'Don't go back! | Jacknife's dead! Don't go back!

Don't go back! He's dead! | He's dead, Bobby, Jacknife's dead!'

But Bobby did go back, huh, Davey?

Bobby did!

You can't keep running | from that, Davey.

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