She's So Lovely Page #7

Shorty, come here, will ya?

Rub the back of my neck, will ya?

Harder.

Harder.

Jesus!

You want it soft, you want it hard?

Make up your mind.

I don't do this professionally.

- Let me do it!

- Yeah, let her do it.

See, I can feel the knot.

How's that? Is that too hard?

- Knock it off. Jeannie!

- It's fine.

- It's good.

- OK, that's enough.

- No, he's still tight.

- Take your hands off his f***in' back!

I asked you nice, and he told you.

Now, take a f***in' hint and sit down!

What?

Jesus Christ. Baby.

Jesus, I...

I'm an idiot, OK?

I love you. You're my angel. You...

It's... I'm jumpy tonight, OK?

It's a peculiar night. Peculiar.

- Can I get a beer?

- You wanna beer? OK.

Where is she?

Drink that, and that's all.

And don't tell your mother.

- Is she coming?

- She'll be here.

Wait a minute.

How do I know you told her?

Who is this guy?

What do you think of him, Shorty?

What do you think of this?

Hey, Joey.

What the hell are you doin'?

We came here for dinner.

Nobody brought a piece.

What are you pullin' a piece for?

It's not that kind of an evening.

Have a drink, relax, calm down a little.

We got a little girl here.

- Where the f*** you going?

- Daddy, don't!

- Shut up and drink your beer!

- I can't believe it, Daddy!

This is bullshit! I can't believe

you brought out a gun!

I don't want to talk to you right now.

You haven't lived long enough

to argue with you.

You're just a glorified piece of blue sky.

Leave me alone. I'm gettin' mad!

No! Don't! Don't!

Don't!

Sit down.

Oh, Eddie.

I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm sorry.

I did it.

I'm scared. I'm scared.

I'm sorry.

I told him I love you,

and I told him that from day one.

I swear to God I did. I did.

No, let go. Let go. Let go. Let go.

Baby, I've been in an institution.

You told me three months.

I come out, I got a grown daughter.

You never wrote me a card,

never sent me a picture.

You divorced me. You left me.

Now, go downstairs and give that joker

the news. I can't take any more.

What he do to you?

He hit you?

What'd he do? Maureen?

- Speak up. Come on.

- Hi, Mo.

Remember me?

- Hiya, boy.

- Long time.

How's it going?

Not so good, Shorty.

- How ya doin'?

- I'm OK.

Must be pretty confusing having

two daddies in one house, huh?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

I know I'm supposed to be the

long-lost daddy you always wanted...

and I wish I could be.

But it's too late.

Too much time's gone away.

We missed it, you know?

We missed it.

Joey's your daddy now.

You know, yeah, he had the time.

And maybe that's a good thing.

I mean, he loves you.

He does all the daddy things with you.

He's doin' all right, right?

Well, that's good. That's very good.

So m-maybe we could be friends?

I guess. Like best friends?

No.

I don't want to be your best friend.

You're gonna have

a lot of best friends in your life.

But I tell you what.

Could we be second-best friends?

You only ever have one

second-best friend.

OK.

OK.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

You better get downstairs, man.

It's time.

What the f*** are you doing?

I'm talking to my friend here.

Can't you give me a minute?

Fine. But I gotta tell ya,

it's gettin' f***in' weird down there.

You know I'm taking

your mother with me?

I know.

OK. I'll go, then.

Come on, Shorty. Let's do this.

Tough situation. Lot of pressure.

I haven't got the foggiest idea of

how this is gonna come out, do you?

Do you know how many times

I dreamed this?

Get your coat, Maureen,

and we're gettin' outta here.

All you need

is a coat and some good shoes.

Do what I tell you.

- Joey, can I talk to you for a minute?

- Talk.

Never mind.

- Jeannie, come here for a sec.

- You leave, you leave alone.

- The kids stay.

- I'm staying.

I'll get my coat.

- Looks like a lot of bullshit!

- Don't blame her!

What difference does it make what she

says, what she feels, what she thinks?

For whatever reason,

she belongs to me.

- Yeah, you pricks belong together.

- What, I'm a prick?

Not you. Her.

What, are you calling

your wife a prick?

All right, you two

get out of my f***in' house.

Guys. Come here. Come here.

Come here for me. Come here.

Come here, I wanna tell you somethin'.

OK? I just wanna...

- What's the matter, Mommy?

- Come here.

Mom!

Mom, you're hurting me!

OK, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- It's just... I love you, OK?

- I love you too, Mama.

I know. And you.

Even though I'm not here,

I'm with you, all right?

Jeannie.

I love you.

And don't you forget it. I love you.

You take care of your sisters.

I love you more than anything

in the world, you know that?

You're the greatest kids

in the whole world.

The greatest.

Ah, you'II... Don't worry about it.

We'll be fine.

Hey, cut it out, Joey, OK?

L- I-I don't need guilt trip.

I got one already.

It's all settled,

and I talked to the kids...

and I'll be in touch, OK?

You coming back, Mo?

I don't know, Joey.

All I know right now is I'm leavin'.

Tell the... That I'm sorry, OK?

Oh, my f***in' Jesus Christ!

There she is!

Oh, my God, Maureen,

you look so different!

Maureen, you feel all right?

Where are the f***in' keys?

I got 'em.

- Get the f***in' keys!

- He's fast.

See? Now! Now! Come on,

Maureen. Out! Out!

Shorty!

Hang on, Eddie!

Hold him. I'm coming.

- I'll get him.

- Stop! Oh, just don't...

- Drop the gun, Joey!

- Dad! Get him off!

- Got him?

- Got him.

I can always count on you, Shorty.

Don't hit him! Watch his face!

Stop! Oh, stop! I told you to stop!

Maureen!

- Don't! Don't!

- Dad! Dad!

- No, I want my daddy!

- Get over to the side. Get over.

Just stay! Right there.

Get the f***in' gun!

Get the f***in' gun!

- F***!

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

That gun's gonna go off!

The girl's out here!

Will you stop?

Stop it! You're biting him!

Get off of him!

Stop! Stop! It's over! It's over!

She doesn't love you!

She doesn't love me!

She's de lovely.

OK. He's all right.

He understands. Get in the car.

Everybody get in the car!

Start looking for the f***in' keys

in your purse.

I told you, I have

the keys in my pocketbook!

Why are they in your pocketbook?

- Why did you take them out?

- You were in there for hours.

Yeah, but you didn't have

to put the keys in there.

What's that got do with the radio?

- Give me the f***in' keys.

- Don't talk to me like that!

- Here's the goddamn keys.

- Well, give me the f***in' keys.

Jesus Christ!

Nice house. Big.

Hey, I robbed

this from the house. Wanna swig?

Why not? It's good for you.

Come on!

She don't want any.

Can we just be quiet for a minute?

- I don't wanna talk right now.

- What's the matter?

Can't you see she's upset?

Leave her alone.

But I see everything, all right?

This is supposed to be a good time.

- What's done is done. Jesus.

- Oh, please.

Please.

I'm not deaf.

I heard you the first time.

- I was talking to Mo.

- Why don't you put the radio on?

I wanna hear some music.

I wanna dance.

I'm gonna start singin'

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