Me and Earl and the Dying Girl Page #8

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She quit.

Well, I guess

that's a really good reason

to just finish

the f***ing movie.

And give it to her.

But whatever.

Honey?

What?

Rachel's back

in the hospital, honey.

Wait, is she starting

treatment again?

It's not for treatment, honey.

Oh.

Mom, what?

Well, I thought

we could go and...

To force me

to hang out with her?

Greg, come on.

Don't worry, Mom,

I'm sure you can find

another girl with cancer

after Rachel dies.

Which, by the way...

...she's decided to do.

She's just decided to die...

...so maybe I can decide

not to visit her.

I promise you,

you will regret that...

...if you don't visit her.

You'll regret it

for the rest of your life.

Mom, that's probably true.

But honestly,

I have a shitload of things

to regret right now.

I regret not having a date

for tomorrow's stupid prom.

I regret being too weird

to make friends.

I definitely regret making

all those shitty films

with Earl.

And I assume you saw the email

I got today, from Pitt?

Oh, no? You didn't see it

while you're going though

all my sh*t? Here.

Have a look.

I'm definitely gonna regret

doing literally

no school work this year!

Oh, my God, Greg.

I know. Admission rescinded,

due to significant change

in my academic record.

Oh, well,

no college next year.

I guess I'll just be home,

which sucks for you...

...because it's gonna be

so hard for you

to go through all my stuff.

Can you just do me a favor

right now, Mom?

Just leave me alone. Okay?

Just let me sit here

and regret stuff.

I'm just gonna think about

all the things

that I've ever done...

...and all the things

I haven't done

and just regret the living sh*t out of it.

Okay?

All the deadlines

have passed, Victor.

What's he gonna do next year?

He's just gonna

waste the year?

He is grieving, honey.

You have to let him grieve.

But I can't just sit by

and just let him

ruin his life.

The universe does not operate

according to a college deadline!

Can I ask you something?

Nope.

No. It's not what you think.

It's just that

prom is tonight and...

Let me ask you something.

What is this?

What is up

with the arm touching?

Are you just being friendly,

or is this some

calculated maneuver...

...to get me to do

whatever you want?

'Cause you have to understand

what it does

when a beautiful, sexy...

...otherwise

thoughtful girl...

...touches the arm

of a scrawny, pasty

groundhog-faced kid.

It's an act of cruelty.

Are you done?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm done.

I'm done with you.

I'm done

with this stupid film.

All right? I'm done.

Yo! But you ain't

done with me!

I'm back for my revenge

Stab you in the dick

Pardon my French

Really? You're gonna stab me

in the dick? Go ahead.

Stab me in the dick.

Just no rapping.

Okay? All right?

I'll break your eyeball

with a fist I got clenched

Shove your body

under another bench

Stop rapping!

Knock your teeth out

with the fist I got clenched

I can't do this if you're

gonna rap the whole time.

Aw!

Break it up!

Earl!

Break it up! Break it up!

I thought you were

eating lunch

in Mr. McCarthy's office.

Man, I was,

but he all sad talking

about German music and sh*t.

That's boring as hell, man.

I'm surprised and disappointed

to see you two fighting.

And, Phillip,

I'm surprised and disappointed

to see you

back on school grounds...

...after being expelled!

All right, man.

Please leave the premises.

Back to class.

Let's go!

Maxwell, Ryan, Soledad,

stop gawking and start walking!

Greg!

Yo, babe!

You see me pummel this b*tch?

Come on and keep walking

'fore I can whoop

that ass again, man.

Madison, what?

Come to prom with me.

I know the whole

movie situation

was really difficult for you...

...and I kind of feel like

it was my fault.

So I just kind of wanted to

make it up to you

a little bit.

Is this a pity date?

No.

No, it's not a pity date.

Greg, just come

to prom with me.

I think we'd have a good time.

Told you you would get a date.

Yep.

So you're welcome.

For the tux and everything.

Thanks, Mom.

I'm very upset

about this college thing.

But your father and I can wait

till you're ready

to talk about it.

I appreciate that.

Don't forget your corsage.

All right.

My handsome boy...

...going to prom.

Take lots of pictures, okay?

302 Halket Street.

What's that?

I said 302 Halket Street.

Huh?

302 Halket Street.

Halket? Okay.

Okay.

You got it, baby.

So you love this girl?

Uh, no.

I wouldn't go that far.

What?

No. I... No.

Yeah, so you guys

are gonna be getting busy

on my brand new Tuscan leather?

No. I think...

Huh?

No, we're not.

I don't think so.

Nah, I'm just

playing with you.

But I do hope you get some.

It's really gonna depend

on what she wants to do.

If you really love her,

though,

you definitely got a shot.

Because she'll know.

She is fine though?

Huh?

Hey.

I know, I look amazing.

Can I put some flowers on you?

Like that.

Okay.

Before we watch this...

...I'm sorry

it took so long to make.

But the reason is...

...just couldn't figure out

how to get it to not suck.

But... we never really

did figure it out.

It still sucks.

It's not exactly

what I wanted to say to you.

But...

...whatever.

Let's just

watch this first, okay?

Hey, should I get a nurse?

Denise! Denise!

That was the last time

I saw Rachel.

She went into a coma

shortly after that,

and died about 10 hours later.

I know I told you

she doesn't die.

And I'm sorry.

Deep down...

...somehow,

I didn't think she would.

But she did.

Dear Greg,

I heard what happened

with your class work.

And with Pitt State.

So, I wrote them a letter,

trying to convince them

to let you back in.

There's a copy in here,

if you want to read it.

Hopefully, it works,

because that would mean...

...I have powers

from beyond the grave.

But you should probably

send them something too.

Goodbye, Greg.

You're a good friend.

Although if you don't

go to college,

you're also an idiot.

But you already knew that.

Love, Rachel.

I'd also like for you

to take some of my pillows.

They'll want a good home

where they'll be loved.

Not in the way you're thinking,

that's disgusting.

Dear Pittsburgh

State Admissions:

I'm writing

on behalf of someone

who gave me

half a year of his life...

...at the time when I was at

my most difficult to be around.

He has a very

low opinion of himself,

which is why

I think it's necessary...

...that you hear from someone

who sees him

as he actually is:

A limitlessly kind,

sweet, giving,

and genuine person.

No matter how much

he would deny it.

The drop in his academic

performance this year...

...is the consequence

of all the time

...and the time he spent

making things for me...

...and how hard

that was for him.

You can ask him about it...

...but his sort of

over-the-top humility

will probably get in the way.

No one has done more

to make me smile than he has.

And no one ever could.

Rachel's ashes were scattered

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