Runaway

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What is it?

What happened?

Come on.

I...

I loved him.

I loved him.

I did everything

he ever told me to do.

I...

Okay.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

Shh, shh. Calm down.

Come on, calm down.

It's okay.

I did everything!

Hi.

Dear Dr. Maxim,

don't try to track me down.

You won't find me.

I saw your ad in the paper.

I'm not sure if it's

the best idea to write back,

but I figure you went through a lot

of trouble for me, so I owe you.

First, I wanted to say that I

appreciate all you've done for me.

You opened my eyes

and helped me realize

that I was the only one

who could change my life.

And that's what I'm doing --

I'm taking control of my life.

I guess you've already spoken

to my parents.

Please don't tell them

that you've heard from me.

They've done

enough damage already.

Second, in case

you didn't already know...

Dylan... Dylan!

...Dylan is with me.

I'm taking good care of him.

And I would rather kill myself

than see anything bad happen to him,

so you don't have to worry

about that.

He's too young

to understand everything right now,

but someday he will.

The first few weeks

were pretty tough on us.

There were a few times I wasn't sure

if we'd get through it, but we did.

I can't give you any details,

but I'm doing okay.

I've even started

saving some money.

I know we can't

live like this forever,

and I've got plans for the future.

I'm pretty sure

you know what they are,

but best not to say in this letter.

Anyway, thank you

for everything you did for me.

It's more than anyone else ever has.

Take care.

Michael.

-You're late, Sparky.

-I know, sorry.

You're lucky I decided

to get in early today.

Old Burt frigging went off on me

for five minutes in Polish,

and I own the damn place.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

What do you think?

I don't know.

So, I don't suppose

you're going to tell me

why you were

30 minutes late this morning.

Sorry.

Seriously, I'm, I'm really sorry.

Okay, I know

what's going on here.

-What?

-I am onto you, Slick.

What are you talking about?

You got laid, didn't ya?

-No.

-Yeah, who is she?

-I didn't get laid.

-Yes, you did.

No, now, look at this, look at this.

Now, you tell me that's a coinkydink.

I, l, I hardly know her.

Oh, sh*t.

I married women I didn't know.

Hey, Miss Muffett.

What the hell are you doing here?

Good f***ing morning

to you, too, Sunshine.

Well?

Well, old timer,

if you have to know,

today is the day I was finally

going to let you f*** me.

Aces!

Unfortunately for you,

I'm on the rag,

and I know how you

can't stand the mess.

Oh, you

know Michael here, right?

-Yeah?

-Oh, yeah.

I'd love to stand here

and shoot the sh*t with you, studs,

but I've got some business

I need to attend to.

-Well, get the hell out of here.

-I'll see you.

Mikey, you want

to say good-bye to Carly?

-Yeah, see you later, Carly.

-Bye, Mikey.

You tell me you're

not getting a piece of that?

I'm going

to go refill the drink machines.

Well, if you're not,

you should be, knucklehead.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

-You left the TV on again.

-Sorry.

Next time you're done with it,

turn it off.

You're ten steps away from it.

Sorry.

Are we going to play outside now?

No.

I want you to listen to me

when I tell you something, all right?

I don't want

to have to keep repeating myself.

Do you hate me?

What?

Hey.

Why would you say that?

Of course I don't hate you.

-Are you mad at me?

-No, I'm not mad at you.

It's just the TV left on.

It's no big deal.

Listen, later on after it gets dark,

we'll go out and find

someplace to play, okay?

Right now, we need to eat.

You're wasting away to nothing!

So, what's up?

Why are you here?

I don't know.

Okay. You don't have to talk

until you're ready.

I'm here to listen.

You can say whatever you want

whenever you want,

but you don't have to talk at all.

I don't really have anything

to talk about.

Okay.

That's my plane.

No, it's okay.

I mean, I have one like it.

A real one.

-You fly?

-Yeah. For years.

Michael, sweetheart.

Huh?

What about that hand?

What about that speed?

Every week something else missing,

even on the register.

I don't care about you.

I'm so sick of your happy horseshit.

-Hey.

-How you doin'?

-Uh, did you get any gas?

-No, just the paper.

-What's going on with Burt?

-I fired him.

-Why?

-He was pinching.

-Really?

-Yeah.

Ninety-nine.

You've got

to give me a number, man.

I needed to reach you this morning.

I wanted to call you in early.

-Sorry.

-I need a number, my friend.

I don't have one yet.

No phone?

It's been over a month.

I'm going to get one.

-When?

-Soon.

You still in that sh*t-ass motel?

It's all I can afford right now, Mo.

So, um... this raise

is really going to help, huh?

-Raise?

-Yeah, third-shift incentive.

-No.

-I'm afraid so.

You're my new night man, chief.

I, I can't. I can't work

graveyard shift. I told you that.

Why the hell not?

Because l, l, I have stuff

to take care of.

Stuff. Come on.

You're young. You're single.

We're already established

you've got no sex life,

and you're going

to be working with Carly.

What's the problem?

-Are you going to do it for me?

-No.

-Huh?

-Yes!

There you go!

Is there a college around here?

It's high school.

-You, you didn't finish?

-No.

What are you looking at?

Sorry.

You think I'm stupid?

No. Why, why would I think that?

Because I am stupid.

I, I don't think,

I don't think you're stupid.

How would you know?

You don't, you don't seem

like you're stupid.

I'm, l, I'm taking this class

so I can get my GED.

The teacher -- he, he, he,

he talks really fast,

and if, if, if you ask a question,

he just looks at you

like you're stupid,

and so I read the book,

and I read, like, five pages,

and I can't remember a, a thing.

It just -- it, it's like,

it's not even English.

And it, it, it's supposed

to be easy stuff, you know, um.

-What's the book?

-Sociology For Dummies.

Mm, do you want any,

any help with that?

-What are you going to do?

-I don't know.

It's just sometimes

it's better with a partner.

It's easier, you know.

You can study together. It's fun.

Who the f*** are you?

Doogie Howser?

Hey...

When are you

going to be done with that?

Uh, couple minutes.

Okay, in a couple of minutes

you can come and you can help me.

Okay.

Dear Dr. Maxim,

glad you got my letter.

Thanks for your concern

and your offer of help.

As much as I'd like to take it,

I think I should pass.

I will admit that I really

thought about it, though,

and I do appreciate it,

so please don't feel bad,

but I've come to realize that

relying on other people is a trap.

I've had to start working

graveyard shifts,

which means I have

to leave Dylan alone at night.

I don't like it much,

and Dylan likes it even less,

but like I said before,

this won't last forever.

And it won't be long until we

have the money to get someplace

where we can stop hiding and Dylan

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