Poison Ivy Page #4

What do they think|they're doing?

I don't know.

I mean, I tried to call you.

I'm sorry.

This is Brad Daly,|general manager of KTVM...

in touch with you.

Let's go for a drive...

all three of us.

All three of us?

We shouldn't be doing this.

It's completion.

A final memorial,|the kind she would have liked.

I just feel like...

It's your chance|to say good-bye...

and mine, too.

They say it might rain.

One can always hope.

Are you sure you can drive?

Yeah.|This is an automatic, right?

I'm just kidding.

I used to have to drive my mom|home when she was too blasted.

Slow down.

I thought you could drive.

Well, it was on an interstate...|all straight, no turns.

Aren't you supposed to shift|that thing once in a while?

OK, forget shifting.

It's so weird.

What?

A whole person ending up|in something so small.

Watch it!

Sorry.

I'm not going to say anything.

What is that?

What?

That song.

What are you talking about?

You were just humming.

So?

Where'd you hear it?

I don't know.

I do. I wrote it.

Dad recorded it for Mom|for her birthday.

You heard it in her room.

So?

So...

she was playing it that morning.

Oh, my God.

You were there.

What did she say to you?

She was about to kill herself.

She must have said something.

Why won't you tell me|what my mother said?

- Please stop!|- I want to hear you say it!

Are you accusing me|of something?

Why, did you do something?

Everybody always|ends up blaming me!

I thought you were different!|I thought we were real friends!

Look out!

Mr. Cooper?

I know you probably feel|like strangling her...

but you'll have to hold off.

She's had a head injury.

One of the nurses said|she's been hallucinating.

I want to keep her here|for at least a couple of days.

Have fun.

Nurse will chase you out|in about ten minutes.

Everything is Ivy.

She did it.

What the hell is this?

That's real.

Where is she?

This is unbelievable.

I don't want her|at the house anymore.

What the hell's|the matter with you?

She killed my mother.

Your mother committed suicide.

You almost killed yourself.|You almost killed your friend.

Me?

Who drove?|Who took your mother's urn?

Just stop the lying, will you?

I'm not lying.

I know you were driving.

She's gotten to you, too,|hasn't she?

That's enough.

See you in the morning.

Hey, Charla,|room eight-twenty-eight, OK?

We ought to put motors|on these things.

Nice outfit.

Did you do the blood yourself?

Thanks.

Take care.

And enjoy the Duds.

I stole them myself.

Oh, my God. It's Sylvie.

Sh*t!

I can find her.

You're hurting me!

You were driving.

She made me.

- She what?|- Made me!

I was protecting you.

The car insurance.

Isn't it better|if Coop's driving?

I got to find her.

- You can't even walk!|- Aw, Jesus.

Stay inside, and I'll find her.

You just stay put.

Just stay.

Mom?

I've got to tell you something.

I love you.

I love you.

You killed her.

She wanted to die.

We can all be together now.

We can all be a family.

F*** you!

I can take you with me.

I still think about her.

I guess I still love her.

She might have been even|more alone than I was.

I miss her.

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