Just Before I Go Page #7

- How'd you know he'd come here?

- It's his favorite place.

He likes to come here

when he wants to be alone.

It's called "World's End." He said

it's the most beautiful place ever.

You just gotta believe in the Lord and know

that everything's gonna turn out right.

- Do you think that God hates homosexuals?

- Not my God. My God loves everybody.

Yeah? What if you get to heaven

and you find out He doesn't?

Then I'm in the wrong place, 'cause if He

don't want my son, He don't want me.

And I will give Him what for

and skip off down to hell.

Be nice to see my daddy again anyway.

Hang on a minute!

Zeke!

Don't, don't, don't, don't! Stay back!

Zeke...

Romeo.

I'm so sorry. You okay?

Now that's up to you.

I can't... I can't be queer.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay, Zeke.

We love you.

We don't care that you're gay.

Dad does.

Okay? My friends do.

I do.

I've been where you are, Zeke.

- I am where you are.

- You're gay, too?

No. No. I...

I came here to do exactly what

you're thinking of doing right now.

I'm 41 years old, I manage

a pet store, no wife, no kids.

- No anything.

- That's not the same.

Zeke!

You're right, it's not the same.

You know who you are, you just

can't get your head around it yet.

Me? I don't have a clue.

- F***ing jump.

- What?

Go ahead. Go ahead, fag, just jump.

I've never met two whinier b*tches

in my entire life.

"I manage a pet store." "I'm queer."

Who f***ing cares?

I'm black, I'm gay.

- My mom's got a f***ing drinking problem.

- Had. Had a drinking problem.

I've been sober for two months.

I got my chip here somewhere.

I haven't seen my dad since I was eight,

and my f***ing name is Romeo.

And I'm still more grateful

than y'all b*tches.

You're gay, Zeke.

And I love you.

I love you.

So choosing a life of love from the people

that actually f***ing matter

and be an artist

because you're actually talented...

if that's unbearable to you,

then you should jump.

- Jump.

- All right. Okay, okay.

Enough trying to convince

two people to kill themselves.

Zeke, it's your dad.

- I'm gay, Dad, not blind.

- Right.

You're my son and I love you.

I admit I'm not too crazy

about you liking men's penises,

but it's not a deal breaker.

Just 'cause I don't need

a drawing of a bowl full of 'em

hanging on my office wall...

- Luck, stay on track.

- Right.

Oh, no, no, no, son, don't, please.

Please.

I can't live like this, Dad.

- Do you know how I got my nickname?

- What?

My nickname, Lucky.

You know how I got it?

From... what are you talking about?

From... from the miraculous catch

you made playing high school football?

What are you talking about?

That's what I told you,

but that's not...

that's not why.

I got it 'cause I'm unlucky.

I had no luck at all.

Unlucky was just too long.

We were learning about irony in English

class and some smart-ass shortened it.

We lost that game 'cause I fumbled

a couple of plays later.

Yeah.

But, you know, later

when I got on the force

and I met your mother

and we had you and your brother,

I started to think that maybe...

my name wasn't so ironic.

What's your point?

When I was your age,

some sh*t happened to me, too.

Happens to all of us. Doesn't mean

you say "f*** it" and kill yourself.

'Cause tomorrow's totally different.

Sh*t's temporary, son.

I know I might not be the easiest guy

in the world to talk to.

I'm not a monster. I still love you.

I love this a**hole. I love all of you.

Zeke.

I'm sorry.

I know I haven't been

a very good mother. I...

saw things, I knew things,

I just... I don't know why I...

- You're a great mother, Kathleen!

- You think so?

Yes, I do. And you're a good wife.

You can get through this, Zeke.

You have family and friends that love you.

Come on, let's get you home.

- Come on, honey.

- I don't know. I don't know.

- God, Zeke!

- Mom!

Sh*t!

- Zeke!

- Zeke!

Oh, my God!

- Ted!

- Ted!

Hey! I got ya!

- Hold on to me!

- Where's Ted?

- Where's Uncle Ted?

- Ted!

- Teddy!

- Teddy!

Pretty cool?

- Dad?

- Hi, Teddy.

Am I dead?

No, no, no, you're... your brain

is being deprived of oxygen.

So I'm about to die,

I just haven't done it yet?

Depends. Is that what you want?

I guess...

death seems...

I don't know... easier.

Not gonna lie to you,

death's got its perks,

but nothing beats livin'. Nothin'.

- Can I stay with you?

- No, not yet. Someday.

I'm afraid all the time, Daddy.

I know, but the trick to beatin' fear...

is to live a life so full

there's no room for it.

Fear thrives in emptiness, son.

So just fill 'up, Teddy.

I know you can do it.

Bye, Teddy bear.

- Is my baby brother okay?

- All right, just stand back, Chief.

Zeke.

- There's no pulse.

- Come on, Ted!

Oh, you took my daddy,

you can't take my little brother, too.

Ted. Oh, God. Can you hear me? Ted?

No, you can't leave. You cannot leave.

I'm so sorry that I got angry at you before.

I'm sorry that I said those things.

The real reason that I don't have

a boyfriend is that I don't trust anyone

to stick around and I can't

take people leaving me anymore,

so I need you to stay.

Please, I need to think that I'm worth

somebody sticking around for.

Ted!

Ted, it's me. Your brother, Luck.

I love you, man. Say something.

I saw... Dad.

And Wammy.

Oh, my God! He was under too long.

He's f***ing retarded now!

Lucky, honey,

I'm sure he's just woozy is all.

Daddy...

- and Wammy.

- No, no, that's full-on retard.

But it's okay! I still love you, man.

You're my baby brother.

We're gonna get the best

retard specialist in the world.

We'll probably have to build

some ramps or something.

But it's okay! It's okay.

Nothing's too good for my baby brother.

Chief?

I find the word "retarded" offensive.

My sister's mentally challenged.

Oh, yeah, Kevin, you're gonna turn this

into a dick measuring contest now?

I'm offended, Kevin.

- He didn't break any bones either?

- It was the way we hit the water.

It was a little more

than a 100-foot drop.

I penciled, went right down about 20 feet.

Popped right back up. There he was.

You kinda... half penciled,

half belly flopped.

Knocked the wind right outta you.

But the fact that you got knocked out

probably saved your life.

You were so very brave, Teddy.

Jumping in after Zeke the way you did...

and being such a terrible swimmer

- and so afraid of heights.

- Yeah, I know.

You know, I never bragged much

about you two growing up,

but I want to do it now because I am so

very proud of both of you.

- So proud of you.

- Thanks, Mom.

Okay, Teddy, we gotta go.

I gotta go see

the hospital psychologist.

Sensitivity training,

dealing with Zeke's, you know...

And I'll see you tomorrow

when you're discharged, okay?

- I love you, bro.

- Love you, too, Luck.

- Come on, Mom.

- I'll be back.

Ted.

Hi.

Hi.

Thanks for staying.

I was gonna say the same thing to you.

Let's go.

Emerson said it best.

"When it's darkest, we can see the stars.

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