Reach Me Page #4

Give me a second here. I'm gonna

have to get her out of the car.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, come on.

- You know what you're doing?

- Yeah.

- You appear to know what you're doing.

- She's got a pulse, and she's breathing.

- No broken bones for me.

- Are you a doctor?

- No, I just know about this stuff.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, are you sure?

- All right.

- Let's just lay her down.

- Oh, my God.

- Honey, are you okay?

- She really got knocked out.

Sorry, I don't even know what happened.

We just went... we didn't even see it.

We didn't even see the stop sign.

- We didn't see anything.

- Things happen, okay?

We're gonna be fine.

Let's call an ambulance.

No, no, no, no. No police.

We don't need to. Why bother?

- Hi.

- Oh, honey.

Can you hear me? How are you?

No, no, I'm fine. Here, I'm gonna

sit you up a little bit, okay?

- Are you sure?

- Just breathe.

- Don't try standing up.

- I'm sorry.

Oh, oh! Oh, my gosh.

I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy.

I'm a little dizzy. That's all.

Oh, oh, oh. Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Just for a minute.

- He's a policeman.

Are you kidding me?

Oh, just my luck. Oh, man!

Take me home.

- Redondo Beach, it's not far.

- Okay.

- No! No, no.

- Why?

If he's hurt, we shouldn't move him.

Aunt Colette, he's a police officer,

and he's asking us to take him home.

That's exactly why we

shouldn't take him home.

We shouldn't take him home because

I'm parole. Do you forget about that?

- Are we getting up?

- Yeah, yeah.

Great painting.

Love the colors,

the attitude, the tone.

It's the wrong color, the wrong

attitude, and the wrong tone.

There's no flow.

- Did you find out who he is?

- Not yet.

Traced that phone number back to a pay phone

in veteran's park in Redondo Beach, so...

You understand everything's

about flow? Everything?

And I'm here trying to flow,

and you come here and interrupt me

- and tell me that you're a failure?

- I haven't failed!

Well, if you haven't failed, why don't

you go out and find him, Roger?

I'm doing the best that I can, all right?

I've been in that park all morning.

- I haven't even eaten breakfast.

- So what?

What do you mean you

haven't eaten breakfast?

When you're on a mission,

nothing else matters!

Not food, not hygiene, not women.

I would throw my mother under a bus...

under four buses to complete a mission.

You see, that's the difference

between you and me,

and I ain't saying I'm proud

of that, because I'm not,

but when I'm focused on something,

everything else around me dies.

I'll try to bring it

back to life later on,

but it stays dead until

I complete the mission.

Whereas you try to keep everything alive,

and that's why you're a loser!

You're the third man through the door.

You're a fart catcher!

You're either toothless or ruthless!

Now, you go out and find

this guy, this Teddy Raymond,

because his destruction

is your salvation!

His demise is your transition

from jerk-off to journalist!

You're a finger painting.

Be a masterpiece!

Now, get out. I'm flowing.

Finger painting.

Finger painting.

Teddy Raymond? Teddy Raymond?

Teddy Raymond? Teddy Raymond?

Teddy Raymond?

Teddy Raymond? Teddy Raymond?

Teddy Raymond?

I don't want to appear in public.

I said no public appearances.

No public appearances.

Teddy.

- You are him, aren't you?

- Who?

Teddy Raymond, the guy

that wrote Reach Me.

You got the wrong guy.

Well, if you're not Teddy Raymond I guess

you won't mind me running this picture

on the Daily Contact tomorrow

saying that you are him.

"Go back and remember what

you wanted to be as a kid.

"Is that who you are now?

"It's never too late to

grow up and be special.

"It's in you, the voice that

no one but you can hear.

"Once in every man or woman's

life, they will be tested"...

Don't hurt my book!

- Mind if I record this, Mr. Raymond?

- Yes, I do.

- Okay, I'll take notes.

- No.

- You said I could interview you.

- I didn't say that. You did.

- What are you hiding?

- I'm not.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you want the words

to speak for themselves, right?

What, do you have a prison record?

- What?

- Drug rehab?

No.

Look, it doesn't matter what

you're trying to cover up.

Most motivation men use what they've

overcome in the past in their acts.

That's exactly why I don't want to talk

to you because I don't have an act.

Yeah, well, I know

there's more to it.

You really are an

arrogant bastard, you know that?

No, I'm offended by that lame story

of you curing some harelipped,

stuttering girl overnight.

It just doesn't happen that fast.

- You have a problem?

- Yeah, I smoke, and I want to quit,

but breaking habits aren't that easy.

Life isn't that easy.

- There's no magic cure. It's just bullshit.

- This is just pointless. Interview's over.

- I'm gonna run the photo.

- Oh, you go ahead and do that.

Good-bye. I knew you were a fraud.

What'd you call me?

Let's go.

- Let go of me.

- Come on.

Let go of my scarf.

You're gonna break my neck.

Hi. We brought you home.

Oh.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just rest, just...

You want some water?

Okay.

I'm gonna leave you.

You have to file a report.

- Oh, no, I won't.

- Yes.

What was I gonna do?

I couldn't say anything.

I could see the news. "Actress

molested on camera. Film at 11:00."

- You cannot let that scumbag go free.

- I'm not gonna be a victim.

I may be a nobody, but I'm still

my own nobody. No, Colette.

Nobody's gonna take me away

from myself. Not today. Not ever.

We can't just let him walk!

He can't get away with this!

I'm not saying anything,

and neither are you.

But he's gonna do this to somebody else.

I'll go with you. I'll walk you in there.

We'll walk in there together.

You're gonna break my

goddamn neck. Let go of me.

Get up.

All right, stand up straight.

You want to quit smoking,

you arrogant prick? Do you? Answer me.

Yeah, of course I want to quit.

That's a stupid question. Yes.

All right, then look out there,

over the water,

and say your name,

and you say you don't smoke.

- You're kidding me, right?

- Do it.

- I'm Roger King, and I don't smoke.

- Louder.

- I'm Roger King, and I don't smoke.

- You don't have to say your last name.

Oh. I'm Roger, and I don't smoke!

Can you squeak any louder than that,

you arrogant little mouse?

I'm Roger, and I don't smoke!

- I'm Roger, and I don't smoke.

- Say it again, louder, louder, louder!

I'm Roger, and I don't smoke!

I'm Roger, and I don't smoke!

- I'm Roger, and I don't smoke!

- I don't hear you!

That's 'cause you're

nuts and you're deaf,

and I'm not some stuttering,

harelipped girl.

- This sh*t's never gonna fly.

- You let me be the judge of what flies!

You just shout it out there at

the top of your lungs. Go on!

I'm Roger, and I don't smoke!

I'm Roger, and I don't smoke!

- I'm Roger, and I don't smoke!

- I don't believe you!

Stand up straight!

Shoulders back, chin up.

And the next time someone asks

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