Just Before I Go Page #6

You should open with that next time.

Us big women with five kids,

kindness is like...

a dinner bell.

We'll always answer.

Funny thing, another day... who knows.

I might not have, but...

that's the thing about days...

they have a mind of their own.

I'm so sorry.

I know you are.

Now...

go f*** yourself.

Yeah.

Oh, man.

I know you're awake, Kathleen.

I know you spit in my coffee, too.

You must be Ted.

Yeah, I'm Ted.

What, you don't want her anymore?

It was never my intention to take her.

Well, what was your intention?

Vickie's a big girl,

she's got five kids.

I know what I see in her, but...

you, I don't have a clue.

It doesn't matter.

We... made a mistake.

She wants to come back.

What a set of balls you have.

You blow a family apart

and say it doesn't matter?

No, I don't mean it like that.

My life is really complicated right now.

No sh*t. You just inherited

a single mom with five kids.

Albert, I'm...

I'm leaving.

I'm never coming back, ever.

It's your call.

You're not gonna tell me why you did it?

Does it matter?

Yeah, it matters,

'cause everything f***ing matters.

I don't know.

- Memories?

- Memories.

Memories are like a magpie.

It picks up all the...

bright and shiny sh*t and pays

no attention to what really matters.

Tell her I'll think about it.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Our condolences.

- Mrs. Phillips?

- Ted Morgan? Oh, my.

- I can't believe you remember me.

- Oh, of course I do.

I had you and Lucky.

Eighth grade geography.

- That's right.

- I always liked you better.

Lucky gave me a ticket last year.

He said it was for being too cute.

Aren't you nice to come

and say goodbye to Edwina

after she treated you so horribly?

Yeah, I could never really figure that out.

I guess I just had one of those faces.

No, you had her son's face.

He left right after Greta was born.

Broke her heart. And I guess she was taking

that broken heart out on you.

Oh, she's such a tragic girl.

Growing up without a father

and that thing with her mother.

Yeah, I know. Cancer.

It's an awful way to go.

No, her mother didn't die of cancer.

She took her own life.

Poor little thing, she was only seven.

Hey, you.

You all right?

People leave. It's okay.

Wake's over. Let's go.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Fire away.

Why don't you have a boyfriend?

You're really pretty.

You're totally crazy, but really pretty.

I know your mom didn't die of cancer.

I'm sorry f... for lying.

You must think that I'm...

like some kind of crazy person.

I understand.

You do?

You know, it's not your fault.

You didn't deserve that.

Greta...

I'm sorry.

I can't.

I'm not gonna be here.

Greta. Come... come on.

Come on, don't do this.

Why are you acting

like you care about me?

I do care. I care so much.

I just...

I'm done.

You're a hypocrite.

I actually felt bad for you.

I thought you were just some lonely guy.

Like I am and you didn't understand

that that's all it was, but...

you have people who care about you!

You're not lonely, you're empty!

And that's worse!

You guys wanna hit the lake?

It's hot as sh*t.

Then we gotta get in the car and drive.

It's too much of an effort.

What's the matter, Pete? Heavy flow day?

F*** off.

I just want my entertainment

to involve a little less effort.

Defense! Defense!

Ask and you shall receive.

Who's up for a little fun?

Easy, Romeo.

Your clothes are gonna be waiting

for you on the roof of the school.

Oh, yeah, and all you gotta do

is walk across the school bare-ass,

climb up side the ladder and get 'em.

You're taking off my f***ing clothes

and I'm the one that's gay?

Shut the f*** up, b*tch.

Come on, dude, get over here!

He's as strong as 10 queers

or one really strong 11-year-old girl.

- Zeke!

- What the f*** you asking his help for?

Quit being such a f***ing p*ssy

and get over here.

Zeke, please, man!

Please? What the f*** is going on?

Why does he keep asking for you?

'Cause this f*ggot's been after my ass

since f***ing freshman year.

- Come on, Zeke, don't do that.

- Stop saying my f***ing name!

- Dude, that's enough. That's enough!

- Get the f*** off me! Motherfuck!

Stop it! Stop!

Let's get the f*** out of here!

We're gonna find your son, ma'am.

- What's going on?

- Do you know where Zeke is?

Zeke? No, why?

He beat the sh*t out of some

black kid at school for no reason.

Then he steals his friend's car

and we can't find him anywhere.

Romeo?

Yeah, Romeo Simple.

How do you know his name?

Romeo is Zeke's boyfriend.

What?

- Are you saying my Zeke and this...

- He told me.

He has... drawings of penises in a bowl.

- Don't!

- Don't you talk about my son!

Whoa, whoa! Everybody stand back.

This is a family matter.

Oh, that's a nice shot, little brother.

Hit a man when his back is turned.

I bet you can't do that

when I'm facing you.

Oh, look, look! Here's a bowl

of d*cks for you to draw!

Here, take it. Yeah, eat it!

Suck it!

- Get off me, you dumb sh*t!

- You don't call, you don't write,

and your b*tch-ass leaves

and all of a sudden it's,

"Hey, big brother, can I come stay

at your house while I f*** some fatties?"

You're tickling me. Stop tickling.

Maybe I'd come back more

if you weren't such an a**hole.

- F***!

- You're both a**holes.

Teddy's right.

It was a year ago, it was late.

I saw Zeke kiss a boy. He was black.

- I'm afraid he might hurt himself.

- This is such bullshit!

I think I know how to find him.

- Excuse me, Romeo?

- It's okay, Mama.

I don't care who his brother is.

I'm gonna ground that son of a b*tch

till there ain't nothing left of him

but teeth and eyeballs.

I'm Ted Morgan.

This is my sister-in-law, Kathleen.

Are you okay?

A fractured jaw, a busted lip, and he's

laying up here in a hospital bed. He's dandy.

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry, I'm not pressing charges,

so, please, just go.

Romeo, Zeke is missing.

He stole a car. Nobody can find him.

Do you have any idea where he might be?

- Mama, get my pants.

- You're not getting out of that bed.

- Mama, get my pants!

- Did you hear what I said?

Mama, you're more than welcome to come.

You can do your whole "Color Purple" thing

on the ride there, but I'm going.

You know how I feel

about "The Color Purple."

I'm going! I think I know where he is.

- Get my pants, Mama.

- I'm getting 'em.

What?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, he did it.

No.

No, no. He went through with it.

- Did he do it? Did he do it?

- Sorry, ma'am, you gotta stay back.

He did it, didn't he? He killed himself.

We don't know that, ma'am.

We're trying to locate him.

- Why do you think he killed himself?

- Because he told me he was going to.

- Zeke told you this? When?

- Zeke? No, Ted!

Ted told me that he was going

to commit suicide.

Chief, they found the car.

Zeke's not there, though.

- Show me.

- Let's go!

What?

It's right up here.

Child, I ain't got on the right shoes.

This is a mess out here.

Why would y'all be in all of this mess?

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