Jacknife Page #5

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Bobby did! He did! | You can't keep running from that!

Go inside, all of you.

Go on! Go inside now! Please.

You were hoping | he'd home, weren't you?

- He's not your friend, Joseph. | - I'm his friend.

Why don't we sit in the living | room? It'll be more comfortable.

Oh, I know. Let's have some | of your brandy, shall we?

Do you know what brandy is? | I'll tell you, if you like.

- Oh, yeah, please. | - If beer for breakfast is sunrise...

then brandy is sundown.

You're so talkative. I can hardly | get a word in edgewise.

- Sorry. | - I don't want you to be sorry.

I was just teasing you, Joseph.

You tease me, and then you can't | tell when you're being teased.

Teasing, it shows you're | cared for, don't you think?

I think it does.

Let's go look for him, Martha.

Please, let's have our brandy.

Martha.

- Ain't you the sight, stud. | - Martha, I'm sorry.

Come on, sit down. Sit down.

Come on, let's clean you up some.

It's clean. You know me. I wipe | my nose, I use my sleeve.

How could she understand, huh? | She don't know. She wasn't there.

- Jacknife. | - That's what old Bobby called me.

Cause you crashed trucks.

Hey, why don't you tell Martha | what your nickname was?

Come on, tell her. | What'd old Bobby call you?

David?

What was your nickname? | I'd like to know.

High School. We called him | High School. He loved it.

Bobby had | a nickname for everything.

Red Sox. That was Bobby's nickname | cause he loved the Red Sox.

He was gonna take us | to Fenway Park.

We were gonna cheer.

Ah, Bobby.

- If he'd stayed, he would've lived. | - How many nights I thought about it?

He didn't. It wasn't in him any more | to leave me than it did to leave you.

What were we gonna do when | we got back? No matter what.

Come on, help me. | No matter what.

Come on. Tell me. | You know.

- F***, Davey, come on! | - I don't know.

- Gonna go to Fenway Park. | - Best seats in the house?

- Yeah. Hot dogs and beer. | - That grass? Take off our shirts?

- Soak up a few rays. | - We were gonna cheer, huh?

We were gonna cheer so loud, they | were gonna start cheering us back.

- And then? | - And then we were gonna...

What, Davey? What?

David?

What were you going to do?

We were gonna go fishing.

Yeah. Opening day.

Martha?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

I know you are, David.

I'm sorry.

You're leaving?

Thought I would.

Mission accomplished. | Is that it?

Martha, who're we kidding? You? Me? | Who're we kidding but ourselves?

We were having a wonderful time.

It doesn't have to end.

If I've been fooling myself, | I can fool myself a while longer.

I can't, Martha.

I blame people.

Ive been blaming | people so much.

And I've been hurting people.

That sucks.

Theyre people that cared about | me, mostly, I guess, but I didntt...

You know, I thought...

No, I think, | I think I dont deserve...

them caring about me...

cause...

I don't like me very much.

But, hey, its time.

If not for me, then for the people | that didnt stop loving me.

There was a guy, Bobby.

And there was another guy, Megs.

And the three of us were friends.

I loved those two guys like | they were my brothers.

Bobby was the smart one.

Megs was the crazy one. And me...

I was the scared one.

Bobby talked to you...

he talked to you... | sports, books...

girls.

Bobby said that certain girls...

they glowed.

When they, when they touched you, | you weren't scared...

or tired.

When they just stood next to you, | you weren't confused.

Bobby said someday we'd all | find girls like that...

and then, finally, | things would make sense...

just because you were with them.

Bobby said that would | happen to us all.

Because we...

cause we, all of us, | we deserved it.

I bet we would have had a horrible | time at that goddamn prom.

- And we would have left early. | - We would've gone someplace to eat.

No, I doubt we'd have been hungry.

Well, maybe we would've | driven someplace.

Someplace quiet and parked.

And then...

...who knows? | - Who knows?

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