Poison Ivy Page #3

and do whatever|they already decided to.

What's really bothering you?

Try it.

Say something.

She promised|she'd never leave me.

Now she can barely breathe|enough to say I love you.

What am I without her?

What were you doing up there?

Nothing.

Just leave me alone.

What?

Nothing.

Honey.

Can't I, like... I mean...

Isn't there anything|that I can do...

like anything|to make you feel better?

Why?

Because I have a blank spot|in my schedule.

What do you think?

I feel bad all the time,|and I don't know what to do.

Do you believe in God?

I'm tired, OK?

Yeah, well, you know,|I'd like to know.

- Not now.|- When?

Please.

You're sick, and you don't know|what you believe?

I know I feel like sh*t.

I know that the idea...

of taking a breath without pain|sounds like heaven...

and when you're dead,|you don't breathe...

so...

I'm just tired.

Oh, my God, someone's early.|Tell Dad.

James.

Well, who died?

- What are you doing?|- Put some pants on.

I got a van full of kids.

Most don't need the keys|to get it started. Let's go!

I'm helping my dad|with his party.

Oh, my God.

I must have gotten|the days mixed up.

I said you could go.

Thirty seconds,|and the van's history.

We got to go.

What's going on here?

- Hi, Mr. Cooper.|- Hi, James.

- What's this?|- What's it going to be?

You knew.|How could you do this?

I don't know.

I was counting on her help here.

I promised my dad.

Great.

She's the reason|those kids are even in school.

If she doesn't show up,|why should they?

Well?

Maybe I could help.

I think I can handle|taking people's coats...

and showing them|where the bathroom is.

Please. I feel so stupid.

Let me make it up.

I'll wear something nice.

You'll love me.

Sounds good.

Dad, what should I do?

Go ahead, honey.

We'll figure it out.

Yeah. That's right. Bob.

I spell it backwards... B-O-B.

God,|I hope they serve dinner soon.

Who cares?|I feel guilty eating his food.

Who's going to tell him?

I thought his kid|had dark hair.

Must be a caterer.

I wonder if Georgie|will make an appearance.

Think she will?|I heard she's getting worse.

You can cater my party anytime.

Max, behave yourself.

My fingers never left my hand.

His wife, remember?

Hello, Mr. Cooper.

Care for anything?

That... dress fits you perfectly.

You look...

Beautiful?

Something like that, yeah.

I almost forgot.

You're not allowed.

I'm not an alcoholic.

I used to have|a drinking problem...

but since I don't drink|anymore...

this is OK.

Honey,|I'm glad you're awake. I...

You look nice.

How stupid of me.

What a dumb,|sick jerk I've been.

Honey, Quiet. There's...

Which party are you|afraid of me ruining?

Everybody's gone home.

I was so happy that Sylvie|had found a... little friend.

Honey.

Get away from me.

I thought you both|could use this.

Get out.

I feel so stupid.

I shouldn't have|worn your clothes.

Everybody said I look like you,|and he misses you so much.

I think he came|into the kitchen to cry.

And I saw him,|and I put my arms around him.

It seemed right.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

He doesn't drink.

Right.

I'm sorry.

Fred?

Wild party.

I know it's stupid|to be jealous about a dog.

It's probably because|I have low self-esteem.

The fact that Fred hated|every human except me...

really meant something.

My father never gave me|anything real.

I guess you give up things|when you take on a friendship.

Come on, Fred.

I know you want some|of my special treats.

No one else gives you any,|do they?

You love me, don't you?

Did it work?

What?

The party.

Let me tell you about parties.

People eat your food,|drink your booze...

and do what they're|gonna do anyway.

Have you seen Fred?

I better get to school.

Jesus.

What the hell are you doing|in my mom's car?

I found the key.

It's not yours. Get out.

I wasn't doing anything.

And leave my goddamn dog alone.

You're kidding.

All my mom's stuff|seems to fit you fine.

I didn't steal anything.

She said I could|borrow some stuff.

You're not my friend,|and my dog's a traitor.

That's not true.

Really?

Suddenly he seems to think|that he's yours.

Bullshit.

Let's find out.|Stand over there.

You know what this is?

F*** you with a limp dick!

Do it. Go! Do it!

- God, this is so stupid.|- Call him.

Do it!

Here, boy.

Go ahead. Keep calling him.

God damn it, Fred.|I called you.

Fred, come here.

No, Fred. Come here.

No, Fred. Come here.

Fred, I called you.

Come here, Fred.

Fred,|get your fuzzy ass over here.

That's a good boy.

F*** you, Fred.

Here. Here's something|your mother didn't loan me.

I... got off work early.

I figured, what the hell,|give the girls a ride.

Coop's not here.

You want a ride?

Look, Darryl,|just give my books a ride home.

I feel like walking.

Get in.

You're not my father.

That's right. I'm not.

I just can't...

You already did.

Remember last night?

I can stop.

How about right here?

Stop.

Get out.

You heard me.

I hurt you?

Heard me.

I thought you said "hurt me. "

I didn't.

Did I hurt you?

I can handle this.

You have a key.

I didn't know|if I should use it.

I'm really sorry about your dog.

I've never had one...

and it was sort of fun|pretending he was mine.

He likes you best.

I'm sorry.|It won't ever happen again.

By the way, what was that record|you were playing?

Don't overdo it.

You think about it sometimes,|don't you?

Sometimes.

Mom?

I never thought my mom|would really do it.

She threatened,|but I didn't believe her.

She must have really hurt.

When she first got sick,|I thought she was faking.

I was embarrassed by her.

It made me angry.

This little oxygen bottle|she carried with her...

We'd be at the supermarket,|and she'd pull it out.

Hiss, suck... hiss, suck...

I wanted to kill her.

Maybe if I|hadn't been so selfish...

maybe if I could have|told her I loved her...

maybe things|would be different now.

Leave it open.

The door.

Leave it open.

You're in my mother's bed.

You looked like you|needed to be alone.

Come here.

Come here. It's OK.

Talk to me.

This is weird.

I wanted to talk to her,|you know?

Tell her stuff before she died.

Tell me.

What?

Pretend I'm her.

Come on. I'm your mom.

I don't know what to say.

What couldn't you say to me?

Come on. I'm Georgie.

I was jealous of you.

When you walked into a room,|people shut up and stared.

I was glad when you got sick.

I thought I would|finally have my turn...

but I was wrong.

Everything was for you.

There was nothing left for me.

I don't buy it, Sylvie.

You were never afraid|to get angry at me.

That was easy and obvious.

What couldn't you say?

What were you afraid to say?

I love you.

The plan that's|federally supported...

would ease the debt burden...

and control the soaring|cost of medicine...

making health care|more readily available...

to those who need it most...

small businesses...

independent contractors...

and the unemployed.

It's a shame that...

What the hell is this?

Tough way to find out...

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