Silver Linings Playbook Page #5
He's dead.
Wait, what?
What's happening?
Oh, my God. Hey.
Are you okay? Ronnie called. Hey,
is that make-up on your shirt?
I don't know, mom.
What happened over there?
When am I gonna
get a phone?
You'll get a phone
in due time.
What happened?
Pat!
Mom!
I can't find my wedding video.
Mom, wake up.
What is it?
Where's my wedding video?
It's after three o'clock!
What are you doing?
I looked in here, but this is all
your sewing sh*t up here, for your
sewing and everything.
Did you put it up here?
What about in your
father's study?
Don't go in my study.
Dad, not now!
Would you put it in here? It makes
no sense for you to put it in here.
Patty, what are you doing?
He's got all his eagles videos
and not one video of my wedding!
Is it here? I mean...?
Patty!
It's probably
in the attic.
Are you going in my study?
It feels to me like you wanna
hide my wedding video.
Please stop yelling!
I'm not yelling, mom,
I'm just frustrated
because I should have my
f***ing wedding video!
Pat! Pat!
I looked over there! I already
looked all over there!
Calm down, pat.
I'm not calming down! I don't
give a f*** who hears,
I'm not calming down!
Anybody can wake up!
I'm not ashamed of it!
I'm not ashamed of it!
Let the whole neighborhood wake up!
I... don't care!
Pat! Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
What's going on?
What?
I want it! It-...
Hey!
It's my wedding! It's
my wedding video!
Pat! Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it!
I can't watch my wedding video,
but I can hear the f***ing song.
Mom?
What the f*** you doing?! You...
Hit your mother?!
No, no, no, no, no!
Stop it!
Get off me, dad!
Stop hitting him!
Stop hitting him!
I'm not hitting him!
He's hitting me!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!
Police! Open up.
Mister solatano, I
got a lot of calls.
People in the neighborhood are scared.
I gotta come in.
How are we doing
in here, huh?
There are a lot of reports from your
neighbors, we got a lot of phone calls.
Nikki is being manipulated and controlled.
You have to talk to her.
Hey, sit down.
Sit down.
You gotta stop with
these crazy theories.
He's a cop. What
are you doing?
It's a medication problem,
but he's fine now.
Oh yeah? He's fine now? You wanna
send him back to Baltimore?
We know all about the explosion
at the psychiatrist's office.
What?
What explosion? No. Cliff
is lying, that's not true.
He's not allowed to
talk about that.
Jesus Christ, who's that?
Keep an eye on him.
Is this a bipolar episode?
Get outta here, you
little f***in'
idiot! Get outta here!
Someone, help me! Help me!
You can't tell
Nikki about this,
officer.
Look, I gotta make
out a report.
No, no, no, listen, sir.
Hey! Sit down.
He's chasing me! This guy's chasing me!
Help me!
Sit down!
I'm sorry. I could just write
you a letter and you could just
let me have five minutes, explaining
how much better I'm doing.
There's a court order against you...
Five hundred feet. Listen to me!
And I'll take that f***ing camera
and I'm gonna break it over
your f***in' head, then I'm gonna
come back and interview you about
what it's like to get that f***in'
camera broken over your head!
Youwa..., what are
you laughing about?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
Go back to sleep. The party's over.
Show's over.
This is not a reflection of where I'm at.
You can't... please,
you can't tell her any of this
you can't tell Nikki about this.
You need to pipe down.
Everything all right?
Who was at the door?
Who was that, dad?
It was that kid
with the camera.
Good luck. I gotta
write this up.
Come on, don't write it up! I
don't want her to see this!
It's okay, everything is okay.
We're fine, thank you,
we appreciate it.
Thank you.
Hey!
What the hell?
What happened
to your face?
Weight lifting accident.
That sounds like bullshit.
Why'd you run by my house?
Did our little conversation
get you upset last night?
Hey, this is my route, okay?
Just back off.
This is my neighborhood.
You just ran by my house.
I like to run by
myself, okay?
Me too.
Hey, I like to run alone!
Will you stop?
What?
Okay? I'm running here!
Me too!
Well then, why don't you
run somewhere else?
There's a f***ing ton of roads to run in!
What are you trying to do?
I like this road. This
is my neighborhood.
Oh, come on, please!
Calm down, crazy.
Hey!
What the f***?!
I'm married!
So am I!
What the f*** are you doing?
Your husband's dead!
Where is your wife?
You're crazy!
I'm not the one that just got out
of that hospital in Baltimore.
I'm not the big slut!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I was a big slut, but I'm not anymore.
There's always gonna be a
part of me that's sloppy and dirty,
but I like that, with all the other
parts of myself. Can you say the
same about yourself, f***er?!
Can you forgive? Are
you any good at that?
You seemed to have
trouble last night.
Let me just set the record
straight about last night.
Hurting my mother was a mistake
and I hate myself for it,
and I hate my illness and
I want to control it.
My father, on the other
hand, had no trouble
slapping the sh*t out of me last
night, which I did not return
'cause I could've killed him and I didn't.
He's sixty-five years old.
You don't think I could've beat
the sh*t out of him? I mean...
He was scared for your mother
and you hurt him as well.
Yes, last night was a mess.
Okay? And I think
he probably just tried
to do his best.
Pat, you have to have a strategy.
I told you earlier.
You need to recognize these feelings
coming to you, otherwise you will be sent
back to Baltimore. So when you get
these feelings, you need to get to
a quieter place, and be at peace
with yourself, however you can.
Yeah, but that's
easier said than done.
You have to do it. You have no choice.
Excelsior.
Yeah, excelsior. Listen, I have a
letter I want you to give Nikki,
okay?
No.
Why?
Because you have
a restraining
order.
What good are you, man?
Why did you have this
overwhelming urgency to see your
wedding video last night?
Oh, I don't know, because I'm
married and I haven't seen my wife
in eight and a
half months?
Maybe you think that Nikki's not
around and Tiffany's an attractive
girl and if you get drawn towards
Tiffany, you will spoil your
chances of getting
Nikki back to you?
Not bad, doctor Jones. But I
with Nikki because
Tiffany's a slut.
Why is she a slut?
After the dinner
at Ronnie's,
she said, quote, "we can
go to the back house and"
you can f*** me as long as
we turn the lights out."
Unquote. And she still
wears her wedding ring.
So she's a loyal,
married-to-a-dead-guy slut.
Maybe she just needs a friend and
she thought if she offers you sex,
it will be easier for you
to become friends with her.
She said she's not a whore anymore,
but she likes that part of herself
along with all the other parts of
herself and can I say the same?
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