Life After Beth Page #5

- Uh, yeah.

- Okay.

Ready? (GIGGLING)

So stupid. Okay.

Um, yeah, I just transferred to State,

and my mom and your mom are homies.

- Or my mom and your mom talked anyway.

- Right.

- So sorry about Beth, by the way.

- Mmm.

- Your mom talked to my mom about it.

- I know.

You know,

I used to really want her to come back.

Of course.

But things were complicated

between us, you know.

- It was kind of f***ed up.

- Right.

Now, I just kind of wish she'd stay dead.

- I mean, I'm still mourning.

- Uh-huh.

You know, I'm just feeling

a lot better about everything.

Yeah. Well, that's good.

You, uh...

You have really great skin.

- Really?

- Yeah, it's like...

- it's really great.

- (FAINT CLATTERING)

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Can I touch it?

Yeah, okay.

You're so interesting.

- Wow. It's flawless.

- (CHUCKLES)

Oh, my God! Thank you.

And I can breathe

through my nose around you.

(CLATTERING CONTINUES)

ZACH:
Um...

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Have you noticed anything, like,

really strange lately?

Like what?

Like people that you used to know

suddenly reappearing.

Like you?

(CLATTERING CONTINUES)

(MAN GRUNTING)

Um...

No. No, just...

Just forget about it.

Okay.

And I'm sorry about all that Beth stuff.

It's just things were really complicated.

- No.

- We had troubles.

No, I understand.

(SNICKERS) I don't think you do.

No, I do. I do. It's hard to let go.

And she's dead, and you have to move on.

That's what I had to do with my nana.

- Yeah. Yeah. I mean, she's dead.

- Right.

Oh, I'll get it.

- Oh.

- Oh...

I got it.

Thank you, Zachery.

(CAR BEEPS)

(FAINT SCREAMING)

- Oh, sh*t!

- (THUD)

F***.

(BETH GRUNTING)

- Are you okay?

- No, I think I'm stuck.

MAN:
Get back in the car.

WOMAN:
Get in the f***ing car.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Miss, are you okay?

- F*** off!

- (GIRLS SCREAMING)

- Hey, hey, hey.

- BETH:
I'll snap your neck!

Calm down. Okay?

Calm down.

I've been looking all over for you.

I want to go to flamingo class.

- You mean flamenco?

- No, retard, flamingo. Let's go.

No, okay? I ran you over.

And how am I a retard? You said flamingo.

A flamingo is a f***ing pink bird, okay?

Stop being such a p*ssy.

You said you wanted to dance with me.

You never do what I want to do.

- Look, what about your test?

- What test?

Your test that you have tomorrow.

- No, I want to eat.

- Okay, fine. What do you want to eat?

- I don't know. What do you want to eat?

- Oh, f***! Come on.

You're the one that's hungry.

Just name a place.

- I already ate.

- No, you pick a place.

- What, you think you even want to eat food?

- What else would I want to eat, Zach?

Can you just make a f***ing decision?

Like I can't do...

I just want you to pick

the place, that's all.

- Oh, sh*t!

- What?

- Nothing.

- ERICA:
Zachery?

Hey-

Zachery?

- Who's she?

- She's just a childhood friend.

- From when? I don't know her.

- She's our moms' Jazzercise friend.

- She's a friend.

- Hey, long time no see, right?

This is so weird.

The busboy just gave me all this cash

for no reason.

"Long time no see."

What is that supposed to mean?

- What does that mean?

- Look.

- Hi.

- BETH:
Hi.

- Erica, this is...

- Beth.

Hi.

- You're Beth?

- Yeah.

You mean another Beth?

Another Beth? What's she talking about?

Is there another Beth?

- ERICA:
Is she okay?

- Yeah, she's fine.

- No, you're the only one.

- I feel like that...

- BETH:
Excuse me. Who the hell are you?

- She is my childhood friend.

Shut up. I want to hear it from her.

Who are you?

Our moms Jazzercise together.

- Bullshit! That's your alibi. Who's Beth?

- Beth, sweetheart, like...

You are, right?

- Yeah, I am. Who's the other Beth?

- Okay, Erica, you should probably just go.

- Shut up, Zach.

- Do you want me to call the cops?

- Back off, b*tch. You're not going anywhere.

- Ow! Ow!

- Zachery.

- ZACH:
Beth!

- You're weirdly strong.

- Beth, calm down.

ERICA:
I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry.

Are you on bath salts?

- Stop, will you... Stop. Stop it.

- ERICA:
Ow!

- Is this where you put your cock, Zachery?

- ZACH:
Okay, Beth, please f***ing stop.

(SIGHS)

You better tell me what's going on.

- BETH:
Is this some kind of sick joke?

- I wish it was.

What is that?

You died a week and a half ago,

and then you must have

dug yourself up or something.

No, no, no. No way.

That's impossible, Zach. Zach.

- Listen, you went hiking by yourself.

- No, I didn't.

Yes, and you got bitten by a snake,

and then you died.

How could I be dead, Zach? I'm not dead.

My mom and dad would have told me

if I was dead.

They didn't want to hurt your feelings.

No. No.

How could I be dead if I'm alive?

You can't be both things, Zach.

You can either be dead or alive,

and I'm alive.

Look at me, Zach. Feel me. Look.

Your parents think you were resurrected.

Like Jesus?

Or a zombie.

"Or a zombie"? What the f***, Zach?

What does that mean?

I'm dead.

Yeah.

- And there's no other Beth?

- No.

- Promise?

- Yeah, you're the only one, okay?

Okay, listen.

Um...

Things have been...

Things have been really difficult

between us.

(BETH GASPING)

And it's not your fault, but...

- You don't love me anymore.

- Yes.

- You don't love me anymore.

- Yes, I do. Okay? I just...

Look, I can't do this anymore.

You're not you.

Yes, it is me. Look at me. I'm Beth.

I'm here. How could I not be Beth?

I know, but you're not the same Beth, okay?

You're violent, and you're angry,

and you're destructive,

- and I'm scared of you, okay?

- (BETH GRUNTING)

F*** you!

I'm Beth, and I'm alive, okay?

- Okay.

- (BETH SCREAMING)

I'm Beth.

Beth.

Beth.

Wait. Beth! Beth! Beth! Beth!

(GUNSHOT FIRED)

NOAH:
Put the gun down.

Oh, my God! Poppy?

KYLE:
Zach's one of them.

Zach's one of them.

- JUDY:
Enough with the gun, Kyle.

- Stop.

Hey, Zach-a-doodle-doo.

(SCREAMS) Kyle, don't shoot Poppy again.

Put the gun down.

- We love you, Kyle.

- JUDY:
You're my baby boy.

Oh, come on, man.

You're just gonna piss him off.

- No, no. Don't do that.

- JUDY:
Kyle!

- Kyle.

- What's happening? Is this a dream?

No, okay, Kyle, this is real.

Put the gun down. I'm not one of them.

How do I know that?

How do I know you're not a mole, huh?

Mole? Do you even know what that means?

- Whatever, a**hole.

- Kyle, that's your brother.

- Where's my Xanax?

- Drop the gun, okay?

I never died. You have to have

died first, you douche bag.

- How could I be one of them?

- What happened to all the love stuff?

It's not your fault.

This is a confusing situation.

I came over for a little visit,

- my grandson pulls a gun on me.

- He shot you.

I'm sorry. You scared me.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- What was I supposed to do?

Okay, okay. All right.

Hello?

Oh. Hi, Sharon.

Can I call you back? We're in the middle...

- Sharon? Hello? Hello?

- POPPY:
I've heard enough.

I am going up to the attic.

- To the attic? Why?

- They like attics.

- How the f*** do you know that?

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