Same Kind of Different as Me Page #2

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about the place, right?

Mystery solved.

It looked much different

in my dream.

Man, am I glad

you guys showed up.

We need every helping hand

we can get.

You got help right here.

Debbie.

Honey, we can't help.

Sweetie, I got a--

i got a sales call

at the office at 6:30.

I gotta drop off contracts

north of town.

No, you don't.

My wife

wore the pants too, hubby.

Excuse me, sir. Debbie?

Please? Come in here.

Honey.

This is so nice

what you're doing here,

all right? But I gotta--

I gotta go to the office

and sell

that calder eagle tonight.

And you know

what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna write a check

for the place--

what's this?

Soap. Use soap.

Uh--

you may need this.

No, I don't need that.

I wanna know why these people

who don't have jobs

aren't helping out around here.

They do.

Sweetie, I'll write the check.

You can make out the amount.

Thank you.

There's a brush right there.

All right, Jimmy.

I don't like germs.

I'm gonna do this one time.

Is there any infectious diseases

floating around this place

i should know about?

Absolutely.

We try to infect them all

with love.

Thank you for the tip.

Yeah.

Infectious diseases?

What?

Nothing.

Hi, tiny.

Good to see you again.

Good to see you, ma'am.

Wait. Wait. Here.

Thank you, ma'am.

Yeah.

Hi.

I'm Debbie.

What's your name?

I know y'all think

y'all doing us a big favor,

thinking y'all

is better than us.

You just remember.

When you miss a couple paychecks

and your wife

kick you out the door--

and just like that,

you'd be homeless too.

Just like us.

That how you say "thank you"

down here?

I'm gonna kill

whoever done it!

Gonna kill

whoever stole my shoes!

Hey!

Suicide, stop it!

Hey! Stop it!

Stop it!

There's a little girl

right here!

What are you doing?

Ronnie.

We have to talk to him.

Honey, I don't understand

what's going on here.

I'm trying.

That's the man from my dream.

That's him.

We're going home.

Come on.

Come on.

What's wrong with you?

Seriously?

Mr. Mercedes!

Whoo!

You been looking for me, baby?

'Cause I been looking for you.

I'm looking for

somebody named suicide.

I can tell you

where he is, baby,

but it's gonna cost you

ten presidents.

You know him?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

No drugs.

No drugs.

You're close,

real close.

Stupid.

You tried to Jack

the wrong nigga!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Give me my shoes!

What?

What you looking at, huh?

What?

Guy's violent.

Bet he wasn't carrying

a 34-inch baseball bat

when you had him

in your dream.

I know,

and he chased you

down the street.

That's right.

Hi, I'm Debbie.

What's your name?

Killer.

Hi, killer,

nice to meet you.

You talked to killer.

That's saying something.

Let me understand.

So that's killer.

The guy who tried to kill me

is suicide?

Yeah,

we got all kinds here.

What about him?

Well, as you know,

he can be dangerous.

That qualify you

for hazard pay?

Me?

Yeah.

I don't get paid.

I came in the same doors

they did.

I'm one of them.

I live here.

I used to be the executive chef

of a large hotel chain.

I had a wife.

Great home.

One day I got a call

that my son had been hit

by a drunk driver.

He was dead

before the ambulance arrived.

And my wife--

well, she just

couldn't take it.

She ended up

in a mental hospital.

Meanwhile,

i numbed my pain with liquor

and a double dose of drugs.

Sorry, Jim.

Ah, don't be.

It led me here.

Hi.

I'm Debbie.

And that's my husband,

Ron, back there,

and this is our son, Carson.

What's your name?

It's Clara, ma'am.

It's a really pretty name.

Hey, be sure

to stop by our beauty shop area

after you're done eating.

We're gonna give makeovers

to all the ladies.

Thank you, ma'am.

I will.

I hope you will.

It's... one per customer.

Ronnie.

Remember me, right?

Destroyed my car.

I'm Debbie.

What's your name?

You don't need

to know my name,

so shut up and put some food

on these here plates.

Well, I'd like to know

your name.

You best watch out now, lady.

Get on out of my business!

You look beautiful.

Oh.

Like it?

Thank you, miss Debbie.

Mm-hmm.

You know, i--

I wasn't always homeless.

I had a husband.

He wasn't very nice,

but he gone now.

I had a son.

But they--

they took him from me

when I couldn't

take care of us no more.

Oh, sweetheart.

I done things

I'm not proud of.

A lot of things.

Oh, Clara, we all have.

We all have, Clara.

You're ruining your makeup.

You worked so hard.

I'm sorry.

Gosh, where are my tissues?

You're being so nice

to me, miss Debbie.

We had fun, didn't we?

We did.

I can't believe it.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, hey, y'all.

Hi, tommye.

Great to see you.

It smells good in here.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, mom.

Hi, sweetheart.

Dad's in the back,

playing.

Dollar waiting on a dime.

Where you been?

You ever hear of punctuality?

You ever hear of

not drinking and driving?

What you got against drinking?

How come you never drink--

have never drink

with me? Never--

you too proud to drink

with your old man?

It looks like

you're doing okay

on your own.

Oh, here we go, huh?

Here we go again.

You know,

I'm sick of you--

sick of you judging me

all the time.

That right?

That's right.

Come on in, before

the chicken and dumplings

get cold.

I'm sick of it.

Did you ever miss a meal?

Did you ever want for anything?

No, 'cause I put

a paycheck on the table

every-- every week,

from a job I couldn't stand.

Earl, stop it.

Let's eat.

He started it.

And I'm finishing it.

So--

so the both of you sit down

and-- and shut up.

Before you do anything else,

i need a refill.

Whiskey and a coke.

Not too much coke.

And while you're at it,

pour one for Ronnie here too.

I'll have

an iced tea, please.

Are you gonna

put your pants on?

Nah. It's just family.

Hello, Deborah.

Hi, Earl.

Tommye,

the dumplings look perfect.

Gotta save some room

for the angel food cake.

I will.

Ron, what is this

that Deborah tells me

about, uh, your volunteering

at the mission

and befriending some--

some homeless man?

It's actually Debbie

who got us down--

what?

Have you lost your mind?

Those places have more germs

than a rest stop toilet seat.

And there's lot of bums there,

looking for handouts

instead of-- instead of

using their hands for work.

Bunch of... lazy negroes.

Earl!

Well, what do you call them?

That's what they're called.

I always call them that.

Come on, Earl.

I didn't mean that.

I meant--

there's criminals down there.

Bad people.

It's dirty--

dirty.

Disease, everything.

Look. That's--

that's my final word

on the subject.

Too much coke.

Sorry.

Hey, Ronnie?

Mmm.

Why don't you go

bring him a plate?

Who?

Him.

Oh, no, no.

I'm not gonna do that, honey.

He's the man of your dreams,

not mine.

Come on, please,

just take one.

No, no, no.

He doesn't like me

very much.

Don't be scared, Ronnie.

You know

his name is suicide.

Please?

Honey.

No.

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