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Stone Page #7
You're the same bastard
you've always been.
- ( muttering)
- I know I am.
That's what I've been sayin', man.
- You don't get it.
- Get it? Oh no no, I got it.
I got it and I'm goddamn
f***in' fed up with you.
The both of you
can go to hell for all I care.
I can't f-- what have I done?
Jesus Christ, I've been--
I mean, just goddamn
year in and year out
sitting across the desk from this
and we pretend we're doing something,
and then we fall for it.
And then you come back in one year
and you're sitting right back here
across the same desk from us again
and somebody out there is hurt or dead.
Well, I'm not buyin' it anymore.
Nothin' changed for the better. it's all
bullshit. No one changes for the better.
I've spent my whole f***in' adult life
doin' this goddamn bullshit.
I'm sick to death
of this whole f***in' waste.
You get no more of my time, pal.
Get the hell out of here. Come on.
Let's go, Come on, get out.
Okay.
(Stone mutters)
Oh God. Oh God.
Hey, man, you have anyone?
~ What?
- Anybody to stand behind you.
- Are you all alone?
- I'm not--
Blow your motherfuckin' life up, man.
Blow it up all the way. Do it.
Really, take it all the way.
It helps.
Hey, Peterson, we're done.
Just go ahead and burn
your motherfuckin' life.
~ Now, God damn it!
- Blow it up. Let it go, all of it.
Did anybody not f***ing hear me?
- Let's go, please!
-Go all the way.
~ Secretary:
He's coming!- Just embrace it, man. Burn it up.
~ Get him the hell out of here.
- it's awesome. I'm pullin' for you.
~ No, really, I'm pullin' for you.
- F*** you, you sick son of a b*tch.
(insects buzzing)
(insects buzzing, crickets chirping)
(phone ringing)
( beeps)
Jack's voice:
This is Jack and MadylynMabry. Please leave a message,
( beeps)
Lucetta:
Hey, Jack-- Mr. Mabry,
I left messages at work,
but you didn't call me back.
I'm kind of in the dark here.
Don't leave me dangling.
I hate that.
(phone line clicks)
(rings)
Madylyn:
Let the machine get it.
(rings)
(rings)
- ( rings)
- Hello?
Woman:
Is Mom there?
It's Candace.
Hey, it's Mom. Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I understand.
What's up?
Well, how's Katie?
Madylyn:
Did you knowyou started out as a stone?
Jack:
Hmm?Madylyn:
Your soul-- it started out
as a mineral or a pebble,
and then it was reincarnated
as a plant,
then as a fish, birds,
animals and so on.
You had to work
your way up to being a human.
- Know what it's been doing, your soul?
-Jack:
Hmm, what?- It's been paying off debts--
past sins from past lives,
reducing its burden
from one life to the next.
Where'd you get that?
Junk mail.
You know what I think?
I think we get this one life,
I do, and...
You account
for what you've done in it.
And if you don't,
you pay for it when you die.
You don't think?
(exhales)
Sh*t.
Sh*t sh*t, son of a b*tch.
F*** f***.
- Okay, I get it.
- Motherf***er.
Why don't you make me another
f***ing drink, you cocksucker?
(Jack chuckles)
Who is that?
Hello.
I'll take care of this.
Will you just pick up
the phone sometimes?
- Oh, Mrs. Creeson, please, really.
- Pick up the phone when you're here?
- This is inappropriate.
- Hi, Mrs. Mabry.
~ Did you get my messages, Mrs. Mabry?
- Look, I'm sorry, please.
Young lady, I'm going
to take you to your car. Let's go.
- Look, I'm a little bit worried.
- I don't care if you've been worried.
You've been worried? I understand
if you're worried, Mrs. Creeson,
but try and have a little patience. Get
in the f***ing car and get out of here.
What's wrong with you?
Why are you being like this?
And what's wrong
with my husband, huh?
Please--
- You're not supposed to be here.
- What did you tell him about us?
There is no us.
Get the f*** out of here.
~ I just needed a friend to talk to.
- Thank you, Mrs. Creeson.
You've got no f***ing idea, man.
We'll talk at the prison.
F***ing idiot.
Inexcusable,
coming to our home like that.
You know, we can't alter reports
once they've been submitted for review.
I know, I know,
but I made a mistake.
Ehh, you're only human.
Mitch, l-l-I'm asking, please.
Please.
The hearing's in an hour.
You're kidding, right?
I know.
I need a little something
more to go on here.
I can't go into it.
I just missed something.
I made a~- I made a mistake.
If you want to plead
your concerns, it's fine,
or if you want to submit
additional evidence, that's okay too.
But you know as well as l do
his fate's already been determined.
It's luck and quotas.
Nothing I say
will make a difference?
Well, don't sweat it, Jack.
I mean, you're less than a month to go.
Sleep easy.
-Hmm?
- All right.
- I'm going out.
- What about the Creeson hearing?
Thanks, Paul.
(radio talk show playing)
Radio host #1:
Revelation 3:
20."Behold I stand at the door and knock.
If any man open the door,
I will come into him
and sup with him and he with me."
Revelation 3:
20.Radio host #2:
All right, the next one is...
(host stammering)
It says Christ died for the ungodly.
Radio host #1:
Yeah, that's in Romans, chapter 5.
Romans 5:
8...(sighs)
So we're getting
to the commandments next,
I guess, huh?
Do you believe in all this?
What?
Do you?
You read the meditation.
"What request is on the top
of my prayer list for today?
Is it a selfish request
or one that will bring God glory?"
I know what I want.
How about you?
You lost your place again.
You have something
you want to say to me?
You don't?
I can't even think
of what you'd want me to say.
You want to talk about it, man?
What's that?
- Her comin'...
- Hmm?
...or me going or anything you want.
Look, I'm a little concerned
about you, man.
You're seeming
Yeah well, put your mind at ease.
So that's it for us, huh?
You want to ask me any more questions
or go over some sh*t?
I'll sit in the chair,
we can do that thing, you know.
You'd better be smart or you're
gonna be right back in here again.
Hey, I got my release, Jack.
You ain't got to concern yourself
about me no more, man.
You got it, all right,
but make no mistake:
I can have 'em watch
your goddamn ass 24 hours a day.
You got me?
I got you.
Sh*t, man, you don't believe
in nothing, do you?
I believe you're
one f***ed up son of a b*tch.
I know you don't believe in me,
but you don't believe in yourself.
You don't believe in God.
I don't think you feel that anything
is true inside of you.
I'll give you true--
I'm glad you're out of my hair,
Gerald Creeson.
Now you can be
somebody else's headache.
Oh...
Man, life is just
taking you by the neck,
and you don't know
which way is up.
It's scary as sh*t when the wheels
come off like that, man.
I feel you. I've been there.
I mean it. But that's when
you got to start listening, man.
Where the f*** is she?
You don't want to shoot the sh*t
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