Shot Page #6

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How?

How do you pay?

I pay.

Do you?

Do you... do you wake up in the

middle of the night sweating,

and shaking, and

screaming, and trying

to picture the face of the

son of a b*tch who shot you?

Well, that's the PTSD, Mark.

I told you to get help!

Don't say that to me!

Don't say that to me!

Talk, talk, talk,

therapy, therapy, therapy!

It doesn't solve

everything, Phoebe.

It doesn't solve everything.

It doesn't help an 11

year old kid who gets shot

on his way home from school.

It doesn't help me, even

if it pays your bills.

Oh, that's an

a**hole thing to say.

I'm an a**hole now.

Yeah.

Maybe you should go.

Is that what you want?

Yeah, yeah.

That's what I want.

[door opens and closes]

[festive music playing]

Sh*t.

[siren wailing faintly]

[helicopter flying overhead]

I'm surprised to see you here.

Yeah, me too.

Your mom's been telling

me about your nightmares.

Yeah.

Those nightmares

are not gonna go away

until you set things right.

Sometimes it hurts

to do what's right.

I don't know

what else I can do.

You have to face what

happened and take responsibility

for what you did.

Yeah, but there... there's

no way to find the guy.

Except if you

go to the police.

I wasn't in this alone.

What if my cousin

gets in trouble?

And if I end up in jail?

My family, they need me.

And how is that fair?

A lot of things

in life aren't fair.

But if you have

faith and courage,

you might be surprised

how things turn out.

[phone ringing]

PHOEBE (ON PHONE): Hello.

I'm sorry.

I got carried away.

[sigh]

It's hard to be around

you when you're so angry.

Listen, I know that

I'm hard to be around.

I... I...

I don't wanna push you away.

Then, why do you?

Maybe I'm scared.

Of course you're scared.

So do you wanna

try this again?

Yes, I do.

You wanna maybe bring me

back my espresso machine?

That I have to think about.

[beeping]

You brought flowers?

Yes, I did.

You did give it some thought?

Yeah, well, you know, I

don't really use it that much.

So French roast.

Yum.

Shall I make us some?

No, no.

I'll make it.

That's OK.

Just...

No, no.

I got it.

It's OK.

OK, it's just humiliating.

Mark, it's just, I don't...

I don't know how

you want me to be.

Well, I don't know.

I... yeah, it's just, you

know, a little over...

overwhelming!

[panting]

It's OK.

Baby, it's OK.

All right.

Hey.

[sobbing]

So look at you.

Yeah, it didn't all shut down.

Um, how do we, uh...

I don't know.

I am still kind of

figuring it all out.

It's called body mapping.

It's just certain places.

OK.

OK.

Yeah.

You... you hungry?

I can order some take-out.

PHOEBE:
Sure.

Let's see how this

espresso machine is working.

PHOEBE:
I'm gonna take a shower.

[knocking on door]

Hello.

If you want money, I'm

not gonna give you any!

MIGUEL:
No, I don't

want any money.

You got shot, right?

Yeah.

I just wanna say I'm sorry.

Sorry?

OK.

[shower water running]

Why are you sorry?

I'm the guy who shot you.

Hello?

You shot me?

Five months ago.

I didn't mean to shoot you.

Come in.

Shut the door.

Sit down.

How did you find me?

God did that.

Oh, you're one of

those... you're crazy?

No, no.

I don't know.

It... I'm just really sorry,

and it was an accident.

I didn't mean to hurt

anyone, and the gun, it

just... it just went off.

How old are you?

MIGUEL:
17-year-old

You're in a gang?

No.

No, no.

I'm in school.

Why are you here?

Look, I'm just trying

to do the right thing.

Oh, what is that, exactly?

I don't know.

You're gonna give

me my legs back?

I can... I can help

around the house.

- I know how to cook.

- What are you doing?

Sit down.

I... I can clean

up, fix things.

Whatever you need.

Do you honestly think that

I'm gonna let you walk around

free will I'm stuck like this?

I'm gonna call the cops.

Is that gonna fix things?

It's not gonna hurt.

And that... and that's

gonna make your legs better?

You f***ing punk.

You walk into my house,

and you apologize,

and you expect to be forgiven?

Well, let me tell you,

that's not gonna happen!

Mark.

Mark.

Meet the prick who shot me.

Is this true?

Yeah.

Maybe...

[click]

I should just shoot

you in the legs.

PHOEBE:
Mark, don't.

No, Mark.

OK, no, no, no.

If you're gonna shoot me,

go, go, go. o it, do it.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[click]

What's your name?

[music playing]

(SINGING) When I

turn on the news,

it just brings me the blues.

And I feel such despair.

Don't know how we got here.

Helpless, broken, hopeless.

How to reach out to you

when the walls are so high.

And when troubles appear,

how to give up fear?

Will our love really fail?

Past the limits of the pain,

ours souls light the way,

Past the limits of the pain,

ours souls light the way,

showing us how we can change.

When I look in your eyes,

I can see where to start.

For you open your heart

when you're by my side.

I know love will provide.

When I look in your eyes,

I can see where to start.

For you open your heart

when you're by my side.

I know love will provide.

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